Chapter 10

The look he threw me made my whole body feel faint, but I wasn’t afraid of him; this wasn’t the way I felt when faced with a bully angling for a fight. I didn’t know whatI felt, to be honest, only there was something about Derek made me want to jump on him and knock him to the ground. I wanted to pin his arms out as I sat on him, leaned over him, keeping him down.

That mental image made my stomach ache something fierce—made things belowmy stomach ache, as if I needed to pee badly. The way his hair would fall back from those gray-green eyes, or the shape his mouth would make when he grimaced up at me, or how his body would move beneath mine. I felt a hardness in me, something I couldn’t name, but it seemed to electrify me somehow, and as much as I wanted to best him, I also wanted him to touch me again. A kick, a punch, a kiss, anything.

A kiss? Where did thatcome from?