Free DRAWN by Marian Tee Page A

happens again, I’ll have Lace drive me to---”
              Yuki’s eyebrow goes up. “My house?”
              Mmm…Lace will not be comfortable of having me alone with Yuki in his house.
              “Somewhere near there,” I finish. I really can’t afford being seen with him anymore because Yuki was totally right. My life as a happily ignored wallflower ended the moment the rumor mills stringed our names together in one sentence.
              As Yuki negotiates traffic, my gaze drifts aimlessly around the car – and falls on his dashboard compartment. Remembering something I’ve read about this part of a car’s anatomy, I ask, “Do you mind if I take a look?”
              “Feel free, senpai .” Yuki’s gaze stays with me as I unsnap the drawer open and start rummaging.
              “Maybe if you tell me what you’re looking for…”
              “Contraceptives?”
              He chokes.
              I smile sheepishly. “There’s this magazine article I read and it says that the hottest guys always have condoms in their cars.” I look at him hopefully. “And their wallets.”
              “And you want to know that because---”
               I need it for my research?
    But since I can’t tell him that, my tongue starts fumbling for an excuse. “I…just want to know if you practice safe sex?”
              “I don’t.”
              My jaw drops. “You don’t practice safe sex?”
              Yuki rolls his eyes. “I don’t have any condoms with me. The girls I date buy it all the time.” He glances at me slyly. “But if you want to know my size in advance, senpai--- ”
              “I think I’m going to have another nosebleed,” I mumble.
              Yuki slams his foot on the brake, and my seatbelt makes a loud snap, pushing me back against my seat just before my head kisses the dashboard. Cars honk behind us as they swerve to another lane to avoid hitting us.
              “Are you really fine?” he almost shouts. “You weren’t honest with me a while ago, were you? Something’s wrong with your nose and---”
              “I was kidding,” I whisper.
              Yuki pales.
              “I’m sorry,” I whisper in an even smaller voice.
              “ SENPAI.”
              “Sorry, sorry!”
              Yuki’s still looking at me like he’s trying to think if the world’s better off without stupid girls who cry wolf.
              “I was just kidding,” I say again, in the smallest voice I can manage.
              Yuki shakes his head. “Don’t you know how bad I feel about punching you?”
              “Okay, so you punched me---” I stop when I saw Yuki wince.
    Oops. I start again. “So you punched me---” Yuki looks in serious pain now.
              Bloody hell.
              I take a deep breath, promising myself I’ll explain it clearly this time. “The thing is, Yuki, it was a good thing you did… that . Since it’s the only way…you know…I’d…stop.” Bloody hell, now I’m the one in the most painful throes of embarrassment.        
              The pained expression on his face disappears, which I’m glad to see, until of course he opens his mouth and asks innocently, “I think you lost me, senpai . The only way you’d stop what?”
              Lost, my arse. He’s godly knowledge about shagging probably has him seducing girls even when he was a cute blue-eyed baby.
              “Piss off.”
    My phone beeps just as we arrive at his home. I take it out, biting back a groan when I realize it’s from Lace. Her message is short but sweet: BOUNDARIES.
              “Who is it?” Yuki asks as he unlocks the front door.
              “Lace,” I answer absently, wondering what