Page 28 of Heart of Thorns
Ah, here she is.
Her eyes flutter, and she comes around rather quickly.
“Why am I on the floor?” Her voice croaks.
“You fainted.” I crack a smile. “I’d like to think it’s because you saw my gorgeous face and swooned a little too close to the sun.”
She scowls.
“Briar,” I try out.
“Put my legs down.”
“You should just lie still for a minute.” I pat her calf. “Just, uh, let the blood flow back to your brain.”
This is actually good timing, seeing as how she’s just who I had in mind for being in a fake serious relationship with—I just need to convince her that it’s a good idea, too.
But she’s still wearing that stupid blue jersey.
“Are you wearing anything under that?” I blurt out.
Her eyes narrow… and then she smirks.
Smirks.
She pushes up onto her elbows and slowly shakes her head. “Just a sports bra.”
I make a face. And I’m probably going to regret this, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I set down her legs and grab her wrists, pulling her into a seated position. She smells nice. Like flowers.
I bite the inside of my cheek and shuck my shirt off.
“Whoa—”
I toss it on her lap.
Her eyes widen. The cool air pricks at my skin, which is suddenly hot. But I ignore it when she balls up my shirt in her hand.
“I’m not propositioning you,” I inform her. “And I’m not doing this to see your tits.”
Before she can voice a protest, I grab the bottom of the jersey and yank it up. Her arms lift automatically, and I tug it free.
She gapes at me, and I smile.
“Give that back,” she demands.
“No.”
“Thorne.”
“Put the shirt on, Briar.” I motion to it.
Her breasts are kind of fucking perfect, though. Sports bra… more like some lacy contraption meant to lure guys into her bed.Her cleavage is killer, and the light-blue fabric barely hides her nipples.
She scoots away from me and yanks it over her head. Her bun comes loose, her hair falling in her face.
But once she’s covered by the thin white cotton, the block letters ofShadow Valley Universityacross the chest, I blow out a breath.
“Was that so hard?” I demand.