Levi turns his stare on me, eyes darting all over my face like he can see what I’m hiding. Since he doesn’t flip out, I know I’m masking my true intent well.

“Dad said it was okay?”

“Mom did.” I give him my best bitchy smile. “Some of us care about our GPA.”

“Whatever. I’ll drive you there.” He motions for his car. “Get in.”

Since he’s going to leave me at the library, I obey, climbing into his vehicle. Dempsey is sitting on top of his black Range Rover, legs dangling as he calls out to Gemma, who’s walking toward them. I duck my head, not wanting them to see me with Levi. I’ve barely just made friends. I don’t need to rub it in their faces that my stepbrother is a major douchebag who fights with their family on the regular.

Levi turns on his music—heavy guitars and pounding drums. It vibrates so hard, it feels like my teeth and bones are rattling. The drive to the library doesn’t take long and soon we’re pulling into the parking lot. We pass a sleek, silver Audi with dark tinted windows parked up front.

Somehow, I know it’s Callum.

Eyes are on me, burning into my flesh and warming me to my core. I fling open the door and don’t bother with a goodbye to Levi. It’s difficult to walk into the library knowing Callum is watching me and waiting for me.

I barely make it into the building when I hear Levi’s tires squealing over the pavement. He guns it down the road, his engine roaring as he goes.

“Oops, I forgot something,” I say to the person at the front desk as if they care.

Turning on my heel, I rush back outside. From my vantage point, I recognize the sharp lines of Callum’s face, his eyes hidden behind sleek black sunglasses. This hardly seems like real life. He’s so hot and interesting and sweet to me.

I open the passenger side door and toss my bag into the floorboard. Once the door is closed behind me, I lean across the console, eager for a kiss. He’s just as needy for one because his large hand slides into my hair, cupping the back of my head, and he pulls me to his mouth.

The crash of his warm lips on mine sends curls of pleasure racing down my spine. This afternoon he tastes like cinnamon. It makes me wonder if he was chewing gum or ate a mint before he kissed me.

“I’ve been waiting since last night to do that,” he breathes against my mouth. “How is it possible to miss you so fucking much?”

“I missed you too.” I grin at him. “You taste good.” Tugging off his sunglasses, I admire his handsome face. “What are we doing here?”