Cruel Kisses (It's Just High School #2) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,64

ignore him. I stare out the window but all I can see is his reflection staring back at me. It’s dark out anyway, I can’t see anything but distant lights on the runway.

I can feel his cold gaze touching every inch of my body, the frostbite goes past my clothes until I visibly start trembling. God, there are so many words that need to be said, so many emotions being felt but we’re silent as the plane taxis on the runway, then we take off and all the while in my head, I’m counting.

What is he waiting for? Why isn’t he speaking? I know for damn sure he has a lot to say. The last time I saw him, he shattered me, telling me to my face how horrible I am.

So, I keep counting to distract myself from the tension and how attuned my body is to him.

I can feel his silent rage as he stares at me.

I can almost hear his silent demand for me to look at him, but I stubbornly look out the window, clutching my fingers so I don’t bring any part of my body close to him. Fuck, I shouldn’t have gotten on this plane.

As soon as the seatbelt sign switches off though, he moves like the speed of lightning. Snapping his seatbelt off, he reaches over and removes mine as well, forcing me to look at him.

“What the hell are you—”

I don’t get to finish that shit because he presses his lips to mine in a hard, unrelenting, angry kiss that swallows my words, my protests, hell, it swallows my entire soul.

Oh my God.

This. He was waiting for this, right here.

I want to fight him. I want to push him away. I even bring my arms up, planting them on his hard, solid chest but instead of pushing him away, I clutch the soft fabric of his hoodie and kiss him back like this is our first time.

He demands entrance at the seam of my lips with his tongue and when I gasp, my lips fall open, his tongue plunders in like he’s declaring war. A war that I’ve already lost with a single cannon fire from him.

He kisses me deeply, desperately, like he’s punishing me and himself at the same time.

He kisses me like he wants this to be the last thing before we run out of air and die. And because I feel like I just want to let go, I cling to him with tears running down my cheeks and kiss him back with the same intensity.

We kiss like this is our last time. Like we’re about to lose everything.

In this moment, right now, he’s all I feel. He’s all I can focus on. Just. Him.

He wraps his arms around. I have no idea when he pushed up the armrest but I’m practically in his lap as he kisses me.

When a low moan escapes my lips, my eyes shoot open. Common sense slams into me and I realize where we are and push away from Julian the same time he does.

“There,” he says huskily, completely unaffected. “That was for foolishly thinking you could leave me.”

I stare at him still shocked at his audacity and the fact that he’s here.

“I could fuck that defiance out of you right here, right now but I’m an asshole who doesn’t share my girl, not in anyway. Remember that, Mia.”

A frisson of arousal shoots through me to the point where I shift in my seat, making him smirk just a little bit like he knows what he’s doing to me. It’s the seriousness in his eyes that makes me pause. He really means it. He doesn’t share and I doubt that applies to anything else in his life. Just me.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, breathing hard and fast, my cheeks red with mortification. The things that come out of his mouth though.

Julian stares at me, then reaches up slowly to cup my face in his hand. With an indecipherable look in his eyes, he wipes my tears away with his calloused thumb, making a shudder go through me.

Fuck, I hate that I cried—while he was kissing me!

I can’t believe I just let myself go like that. I try my best to avoiding the prying eyes staring at us. Lucky enough they aren’t whispering at us or recording—I think.

“You should’ve just taken the first-class seat, maybe they wouldn’t be looking at you like you’re about to star in a cheap Mile High porn flick,” Julian mutters, completely