ZOE
"Open your mouth."
I turn to him, my brows knitting together in disbelief. Is he really doing this here? In the middle of the school cafeteria? Seriously?
"No," I reply, tilting my chin up in defiance. "Make me if you can."
A slow, wicked smirk spreads across Blake’s face, and instantly, heat rushes to my cheeks. I can’t help it—I’m blushing, thinking about what we did earlier. I mean, where we did it earlier. Gosh, I’m so horny again, and it’s all because of him. This motherfucker cornered me in the storage room, kissing me like he owned me, and—well, I went on my knees for him.
The memory burns in my mind, and I can’t stop the flutter in my stomach. Here he is, acting so casual, but I know the way his eyes darken as he leans closer, like he’d pull me over this table if he could
