CHERYL'S POV
His hot breath fanned my face, spreading goosebumps around my body. His face was close to mine, so close that our lips were barely touching.
"Do you still want me to teach you how to be a bad girl" his voice was a drunken slur, but soft with a little grunt and sounding like honey to my ears.
I swallowed, barely unable to muster words. I knew I should leave, I should have just made sure he got home safely and then drove back to Aunt Marge's house and wallowed in self pity for the rest of the night, but God I missed him so much and every inch of my body craved him in ways beyond human comprehension.
"Tiny - " he grunted, his lips found my neck and I let out a slight whimper. I knew he only wanted this because he was drunk and hurting, I knew there was a slight possibility th
