feel of the sounds on my tongue, I realized something. Liam was definitely trouble, but maybe a little trouble was exactly what I needed.
Chapter Two
“Fifteen-minute break, folks.” Mr. Weinberg's chair creaked in protest as he sat down. He kicked his feet up on the desk and opened a tattered paperback novel. The rest of the class shuffled out of the classroom, and I made my way to the vending machine. I inserted my dollar and pretended to ponder my choices, but all I really wanted was a Coke. I needed caffeine. Preferably shot straight into my bloodstream. I'd spent the past few days suffering through Weinberg's tedious lectures, and the boredom was slowly eating away at my brain. At this rate there was a good chance I'd be completely zombified by the end of the week.
I pressed the button and waited. Nothing. I pressed it again. Nada.
“Aw, c’mon. Seriously?” I slammed my palm against the button, but the machine refused to cooperate. If I didn't get my necessary pick-me-up, I'd end up falling asleep at my desk and probably waking up in a puddle of my own drool. Considering I sat next to a hottie like Liam every day, drool puddles weren't an option. Neither was zombification. I desperately needed the soda that the machine was holding hostage.
I pushed the button another half a dozen times just for good measure.
A low chuckle came from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder. My face flamed hot under Liam’s intense gaze and sexy smile.
“Here, let me.” He reached around me and punched the machine with his fist. My soda immediately dropped down.
I bent over to grab the bottle and grinned up at him. “Thanks. I owe you one.”
“You do.” He tilted his head toward the exit. “Come hang with me while I smoke.” When I didn't immediately follow him, he lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “Is that a yes or no?”
“I don’t know.” Sitting next to Liam every day was one thing, being alone with him might be more than I could handle.
He snatched the bottle of Coke out of my hand and headed for the door. “Clock's ticking, Lex. These cravings aren't going to satisfy themselves,” he called over his shoulder. He held up my soda and his pack of cigarettes, motioning for me to follow. Liam was clearly a guy who was used to getting his way.
Damn. My caffeine had gone straight from being held hostage to being hijacked. A tiny smile pulled at my mouth, and I jogged to catch up to him. When I pushed open the glass door to exit the building, it was like the air itself was on fire. The heat was so thick and oppressive I felt like I was wading through it. I followed Liam to his Jeep, and he opened the passenger side door for me.
“Climb in.”
I eyed the sleek black vehicle, which was just as dark and mysterious as he was. “This is how kidnappings usually start,” I joked.
“Don't be ridiculous.” He frowned at me. “I didn't offer you candy or a puppy. Clearly you can trust me.”
“Exactly the sort of thing a serial killer would say.” I reached for my Coke, but he backed away, holding it high.
“Suit yourself.” He rounded the front of the Jeep, still holding my soda and leaving the passenger door open. “But this baby has AC.” Liam rapped his knuckles on the roof and then climbed inside.
I took a deep breath of muggy air as he turned the key in the ignition. His hair ruffled as the vent blew air into his face. An icy blast of AC from the open door hit my skin, and I made up my mind. The only thing I needed more than caffeine was to escape the heat.
Liam’s Jeep was so high off the ground that I had to step onto a ledge and lift myself into it. The interior was all black leather, much like its owner, but it was also tidy and smelled good. Again, like its owner. I closed the door behind me and shivered. I wasn’t sure if my response was from the cold air or being alone with Liam.
“You don't mind do you?” Liam asked, showing me the cigarette he’d already lit. He cracked the
Chapter Two
“Fifteen-minute break, folks.” Mr. Weinberg's chair creaked in protest as he sat down. He kicked his feet up on the desk and opened a tattered paperback novel. The rest of the class shuffled out of the classroom, and I made my way to the vending machine. I inserted my dollar and pretended to ponder my choices, but all I really wanted was a Coke. I needed caffeine. Preferably shot straight into my bloodstream. I'd spent the past few days suffering through Weinberg's tedious lectures, and the boredom was slowly eating away at my brain. At this rate there was a good chance I'd be completely zombified by the end of the week.
I pressed the button and waited. Nothing. I pressed it again. Nada.
“Aw, c’mon. Seriously?” I slammed my palm against the button, but the machine refused to cooperate. If I didn't get my necessary pick-me-up, I'd end up falling asleep at my desk and probably waking up in a puddle of my own drool. Considering I sat next to a hottie like Liam every day, drool puddles weren't an option. Neither was zombification. I desperately needed the soda that the machine was holding hostage.
I pushed the button another half a dozen times just for good measure.
A low chuckle came from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder. My face flamed hot under Liam’s intense gaze and sexy smile.
“Here, let me.” He reached around me and punched the machine with his fist. My soda immediately dropped down.
I bent over to grab the bottle and grinned up at him. “Thanks. I owe you one.”
“You do.” He tilted his head toward the exit. “Come hang with me while I smoke.” When I didn't immediately follow him, he lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “Is that a yes or no?”
“I don’t know.” Sitting next to Liam every day was one thing, being alone with him might be more than I could handle.
He snatched the bottle of Coke out of my hand and headed for the door. “Clock's ticking, Lex. These cravings aren't going to satisfy themselves,” he called over his shoulder. He held up my soda and his pack of cigarettes, motioning for me to follow. Liam was clearly a guy who was used to getting his way.
Damn. My caffeine had gone straight from being held hostage to being hijacked. A tiny smile pulled at my mouth, and I jogged to catch up to him. When I pushed open the glass door to exit the building, it was like the air itself was on fire. The heat was so thick and oppressive I felt like I was wading through it. I followed Liam to his Jeep, and he opened the passenger side door for me.
“Climb in.”
I eyed the sleek black vehicle, which was just as dark and mysterious as he was. “This is how kidnappings usually start,” I joked.
“Don't be ridiculous.” He frowned at me. “I didn't offer you candy or a puppy. Clearly you can trust me.”
“Exactly the sort of thing a serial killer would say.” I reached for my Coke, but he backed away, holding it high.
“Suit yourself.” He rounded the front of the Jeep, still holding my soda and leaving the passenger door open. “But this baby has AC.” Liam rapped his knuckles on the roof and then climbed inside.
I took a deep breath of muggy air as he turned the key in the ignition. His hair ruffled as the vent blew air into his face. An icy blast of AC from the open door hit my skin, and I made up my mind. The only thing I needed more than caffeine was to escape the heat.
Liam’s Jeep was so high off the ground that I had to step onto a ledge and lift myself into it. The interior was all black leather, much like its owner, but it was also tidy and smelled good. Again, like its owner. I closed the door behind me and shivered. I wasn’t sure if my response was from the cold air or being alone with Liam.
“You don't mind do you?” Liam asked, showing me the cigarette he’d already lit. He cracked the
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