9.
NATALIE'S POV
I sounded like a jealous girlfriend. What the heck was wrong with me? Coming here was a bad idea. What did I think I was going to achieve anyway? It wasn't like if he left them, we'd end together. It was just… Argh! Everything was just complicated.
“Forget what I said. I just want to go home,” I turned to leave, but he pulled me to himself and wrapped his hands around my waist. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to move away from him, but his grip on my waist was tight.
“You said you don't want other girls to know how I taste, right?” He asked and I frowned.
“What does that have to do with you holding my waist and pulling me close like that?” I asked, trying to ignore the heat I felt as my body was pressed to his.
“Since they shouldn't know how I taste, how about
