Sweetheart, Try Me
Krystal Everything was f*****g perfect. The plan? Going smoothly. Too smoothly. Ryland was wrecked. I saw it in the way his fists stayed clenched the whole damn night. The way his eyes never left me. The way his jaw went tight every time I laughed at something Travis said, every time I leaned in just a little too close, every time I f*****g breathed in his direction. It was delicious. I had him exactly where I f*****g wanted him. And then, just as I was basking in my goddamn victory— A hand. On my ass. I went still. Travis was still laughing, the music was still pulsing, the air was still thick with the scent of liquor and sin, but I didn’t hear a f*****g thing. Because there was a hand. On me. I turned slowly, already knowing I wasn’t gonna like what I saw.
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