I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Atlas POV

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There are things in life you crave, things that shine so bright yould give anything to touch them, but you know you shouldn’t. You can’t.

For me, that thing was Emery Collins.

I tried… god, I tried so fucking hard to resist her. To resist these feelings.

Feelings?

Yeah. Feelings.

I had fucking feelings for my mother’s boyfriend’s daughter.

How long?

Since high school.

I remember the day like it happened yesterday. It was raining, and I had forgotten my umbrella. Mom had gone on and on about how the forecast said it would pour, but honestly, I left it behind on purpose. I needed it, the sting of the rain on my skin. Those were the moments when I felt like my whole world was crumbling down. Moments, I questioned why bad things had to happen to good people. Moments, I despised my father for being the asshole he was.

And there I was, soaked, shivering, already sure I’d catch a cold, when, out of nowhere, an umbrella slid over my head like something straight out of a movie.

Her.

Emery.

Green eyes. Wide smile.

“Yikes, guess the forecast never lies,” she said, laughing, holding the umbrella higher even though her left shoulder was already getting drenched.

“New kid, you’re gonna get sick walking like that,” she teased.

I should’ve said something back, something witty. Instead, I just stared. My hands finally reached out, taking the umbrella from her, lifting it above us both. I made sure she wasn’t the one getting soaked anymore.

Emery talked and talked, and soon we arrived at the bus stop. W took our seats, and I pulled out my earbuds, which was probably rude, but my heart was doing something crazy… beating fast. I thought I was already catching the flu.

But when her head softly rested on my shoulder, eyes shut, chest rising and falling… I just stared. She looked so peaceful. The freckles scattered across her face, I wanted to trace every single one of them.

That was the moment I realized… I liked Emery.

The girl I shouldn’t want.

The girl who was off-limits.

The girl I was currently kissing like my life depended on it.

She let out a soft moan as her back hit my bed. I was on her agai, too eager, craving her touch. It felt like a dream… one of

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the many I’d had. And maybe it was.

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Maybe I’d wake up with a crazy hangover and realize, once again I’d just dreamed of Emery…But for now, I was ready to live in that dream.

I wanted to do everything with her, hold her, kiss her, and fuck her. My dick throbbed at the thought of shoving itself into her beautiful pussy…how beautiful she would be, how soft, warm perfect.

A soft moan escaped my lips. My head was spinning, heart pouning. I pulled away, breaths coming heavy as I stared at Emery like she was a goddamn work of art-her blonde hair splayed across my bed, her lips swollen, green eyes darkened with lust.

Fuck, just staring at her could make me cum.

She pulled me in for a kiss, hot, clumsy, passionate. Her mouth opened, and my tongue took the invitation. Who would’ve thought Emery Collins was such a sick, amazing kisser? Who the hell was I kidding? There was nothing Emery wasn’t great

I pulled away, trailing my lips down her neck to her thigh. Her breathing grew sharper, chest rising and falling fast. Her eyes locked on me, wide and burning, like she was waiting…daring me to make the next move.

My hands moved over to her right bra, giving her nipple a light inch from the fabric of her bra. She moaned a sound I was beginning to love.

“Please…” she whimpered, her legs locking around my waist as she rocked her hips up, grinding against the aching bulge in

my pants.

“Please, what?” I murmured, voice rough, teasing like I wasn’t seconds from losing my freaking mind.

Her eyes were wild, blown pupils, parted lips, desperation written across her face.

“Please just fuck me,” she begged, her voice trembling, grinding harder, faster, like she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” I growled, burying my face in her neck, biting down just enough to leave a mark. Hearing her say that made my cock throb so hard I could feel the pre-cum soaking through my boxers. I was so close to losing it, so fucking close.

I wanted to… She had no idea how badly I wanted to rip off that tiny scrap of lace and bury myself inside her until she forgot her own name. I wanted to show her exactly what she did to me, how much power she had over me. How badly I craved her.

But even with my head spinning, even with the alcohol setting every nerve on fire, I knew one thing…

I wasn’t an asshole.

She was a virgin. And drunk.

And no matter how much my body screamed at me to take her, couldn’t steal that from her. She deserved her first time to be special. To be with someone she liked. Not wasted. Not messy Not like this.

“I… I can’t,” I forced out, my voice rough.

Her eyes widened, lips parted. “W-what?”

“We’re both wasted as fuck,” I rasped, my forehead pressed against hers. “You’ll regret this tomorrow. I don’t want to touch you like that and know it ends up being a regret, Goldie.”

She let out a broken little moan, her hips still rolling against me driving me absolutely insane.

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to hold myself together. My bly ached, desperate for release, but my chest…my chest

ached more for her.

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