Miles
I pulled open the car door for Cheryl, and she slipped inside. Chris drove us home.
"You did great, in case you were wondering," I said.
"Oh, I wasn't wondering," she replied confidently. "I know I did great."
I smirked. Cocky little thing.
We walked into the house and had dinner together before heading upstairs. I took a shower in my room, changed into something comfortable, and stepped out of my closet to find Cheryl already buried under my duvet.
Right. I almost forgot—we had to sleep next to each other now.
Sliding into bed beside her, I glanced over. Her skin was like milk, smooth and soft under the dim light. Her nightdress did little to conceal the way her breasts threatened to spill out, her hair scattered across the pillows like a damn invitation.
"Mr. Han," she bro
