Chad Woods
That night, I pace around my room, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “How the hell am I going to get Amy’s attention?” I mutter under my breath. The thought of her being all caring toward my dad makes my stomach twist.
Then it hits me. I snap my fingers, a grin forming on my face. “Aha! I know the perfect thing. Since you’re taken by my dad’s silly injury, I’ll just have to think bigger.”
Without wasting a second, I storm out of the room.
Halfway down the hallway, Cassandra appears, her silk robe barely tied. She trails a finger along my arm, smirking. “What’s up, bad boy?”
She steps closer, grabs slides her tiny smooth hands inside my trousers without worrying that anyone may walk down this hallway any second.
"Not here?" I mutter softly.
"Relax, Everyone ha
