HANNAH
“N
ick really said that s**t?”
James’ growling question reverberated across my skin, and I nodded as I ran my fingers through his short hair. Whatever body wash he used slithered up my nostrils, making me light headed, but I didn’t complain; I needed a little bit of air after what happened the day before. “What do you think of all that?”
“I don’t know…” Sighing heavily, I shuffled absently while James traced swirling patterns up and down my jean clad legs. Staring at the back of the dresser, my mind was blank all but with the words Nick had said to me in his office. “I mean- he’s not wrong… I just don’t want to feel bad because someone wants to give me something for nothing. There’s no such thing as free…”
Biting down on my bottom lip, I didn’t know what to do with myself as I
