My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Kissing Me In The Dark

“No,” I gasped. I tightened my grip on his hair. “I will not push you away.”

“I will ruin your quiet world.”

“My world feels empty without you in it.” I lifted my head. I sought his mouth again. “Kiss me, Ryder. Do not stop.

He let out a low, defeated growl. He surrendered the fight. He captured my lips again.

He spent his entire life pushing people away. He used his fists in warehouse parking lots to build a terrifying reputation. He embraced the villain narrative to keep the world at a safe distance. He built a wall of ice to protect his bruised heart.

The ice shattered. The villain died on the dark terrace. A desperate, terrified boy held me in the dark. He stopped trying to shield me from the hurricane. He pulled me into the dead center of the chaos, demanding I weather the storm beside him.

I matched his desperate hunger.

I kissed him back with a fierce, unyielding demand. I poured my own hidden truths into the embrace. I spent my entire high school career hiding from the elite. I focused my eyes on biology index cards. I ignored the chaotic boys fighting in the B-wing. I built a safe, predictable world of pristine grades and quiet library tables to protect my future.

But a safe world felt hollow without the golden fire in his eyes. A predictable future lacked the thrilling, terrifying jump of my pulse when he entered a room. I did not want the quiet harbor. I wanted the boy who shattered metal lockers. I wanted the boy who broke into a locked stairwell to give me five minutes of peace.

We shifted across the concrete. His back hit the rough stone railing of the terrace. He pulled me with him. The solid barrier offered a

necessary support.

He widened his stance. I stepped into the space between his combat boots. His large hands roamed down my back, tracing the curve of my spine through the thin silk gown. He gripped my hips. His thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of my waist.

The freezing wind whipped around the balcony. It bit at my bare legs. It pushed against his thin white dress shirt. The weather punished our exposure, but the cold failed to pierce the intense, burning heat generating between our bodies. The contrast amplified the sensory overload. The freezing air stung my cheeks, while his mouth burned a permanent brand onto my lips.

He changed the angle of the kiss. He deepened the connection.

I gasped. The sound lost itself inside his mouth. I tightened my grip on his dark hair. I pressed my chest harder against his white shirt. I felt the frantic, irregular hammering of his heart against my own sternum. Our pulses synced, beating a rapid, chaotic drum in the quiet

night.

Every previous touch felt like a hollow prelude.

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The stargazing on the abandoned rooftop overlooking the city skyline. The heavy silence in the chemistry lab. The hand-holding in the empty parking lot. The protective embrace during the slow dance under the crystal chandeliers. They all served as stepping stones. They built the foundation for this singular, earth-shattering moment.

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The fake dating contract turned into dust. The transaction ceased to exist.

“Mine, Ryder murmured against my mouth.

The single syllable carried an undeniable weight. It was not a request. It was a declaration of permanent possession.

“Yours,” I breathed back.

He was not fulfilling a quota. I was not playing the role of a prop. We stripped away the armor we wore for the Crestview elite. The pristine academic, the destructive billionaire-the labels burned away in the heat of the embrace. We were a boy and a girl standing in the dark, clinging to each other like the ground beneath our feet was splitting open.

Ryder dragged his mouth across my cheek. He pressed his hot lips against the sensitive skin below my jaw. He kissed the pulse point on

my neck.

I let out a soft, broken whimper. My head fell back. I offered him complete access. I surrendered my control to the boy I trusted with my

life.

He inhaled the scent of my skin. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against my throat, lingering on the thumping vein. His breath seared my freezing flesh. The raw possession in the gesture claimed the deepest, most guarded pieces of my soul. He did not ask for permission to enter my world. He knocked the door off the hinges and set up a permanent residence.

“I watched you for years, he confessed against my collarbone. His lips moved over my skin with every word. “I memorized your routines. I memorized the way you bite your pen during exams. I thought I would go insane keeping my distance.”

“You do not have to keep your distance anymore,” I promised him.

He dragged his mouth back up to mine. He captured my lips again.

The hunger escalated. The desperation intensified. The fear of his legacy, the terror of my scholarship, the judgment of the school-he kissed it all into oblivion. He demanded my focus. He demanded my heart.

I gave it to him. I gave him every single piece of my fractured pride. I gave him the years I spent feeling invisible. I poured my love into the way my tongue met his, into the way my fingers dug into his scalp.

The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow.

There was no going back.

I could never sit in the library again and pretend he was a mere tutor. I could never walk down the B-wing and offer him a blank,

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