Prologue

"I know you want me."

Skye stares, frozen, eyes fixed on the boy who is staring at her with magnificent intensity. Her heart catches in her throat and a slight croak escapes her throat as she presses her hands against her sides to keep them from trembling.

"I can see it in your eyes."

He takes a step towards her, eyes flickering with lust and amusement, the same mischievous smile on his handsome face. Skye takes a step back again, trying to speak, but it's like her throat is clogged with confusion and her head is pounding so she can't think.

"Come here, Skye," he says, his eyes dancing as his smile widens at her hesitance, "Do you want to play this game again? The game where I grabbed you under the street light, at the brink of midnight, and kissed you like we were the only ones in the world?"

She fights to keep herself in reality, clenching her teeth as grainy visions flash in her mind and she feels the hot kisses pressed all over her body and the mingling of hot breaths against her face.

"Why can't you understand?"

Her voice is shrill, a shriek joining with her words. She sounds scared. Scared and desperate.

"Understand what? That you love me but you're being held back by that wannabe?" A derisive laugh escapes his mouth. "That the brown-headed freak doesn't really love you?"

"He does love me," she flares angrily, "You're the one who never loved me. Don't you dare lie to me again with your pathetic voice."

"I loved you," Pearson snaps, "I love you. I had to leave. It's not my fault."

"Stop saying that," Skye growls dangerously, "You would've never left if you loved me." She advances towards him, ready to swing her fist at him, before he catches her arm.

Pressing them again her sides.

Pinning her against the wall.

"I love you," he hisses to her face, eyes dangerous, "Don't tell me not to say it anymore because it's the truth. I love you."

"I don't love you," she spits, her face contorting angrily as she struggles against his arms, "and it's the truth. I love Jeffery, damn it!" His face twists and he grasps her chin roughly and slams his lips on hers.

Her eyes widen as his arms hold her tightly, clutching her so close to his body. She struggles against him, beating his fists on his back but it doesn't seem to faze him.

His hands squeeze her hips.

Slams her against the wall.

She closes her eyes.

He kisses her with magnified intensity, rougher, harder than ever.

And she kisses him back.

She loves Jeffery.

She does.

But what she's feeling right now is love.

Love for Pearson.