MILLICENT
I mentally have myself a stern talking to. 'Dont say yes. Ignore this jerk. Millicent ignore the damn jerk!'
I nodded slowly, biting at the insides of my cheek. He leaned down, his breath ghosting over my cheek. “I thought about how soft your lips were when we kissed. How warm your p***y felt when I fingered you. How I almost kissed you right there in front of Fiona.”
I shivered. Actually shivered. “And now?” I whispered daringly.
His lips curved. “Now I want to f**k you into this seat so hard they’ll never let us back on this bus or even the school.”
I gasped unable to control myself and he smirked. “I won’t, don't worry. But don’t think for a second I’m not imagining it,” he added.
The rest of the bus ride was a blur. Of heat. Of silence. Of Zayne’s fingers resting at my
