He always acted like a sick baby whenever he knew I needed to leave. “When will I see you next?” Henry murmured against my lips, his fingers digging into my waist possessively.
My man was a crazy, lovesick baby through and through.
"I don't know baby"
I pulled back slightly to stare up into his piercing blue eyes, smiled, and pushed a strand of his thick brown hair off his forehead. My stomach filled with butterflies. God, we were so wrong. He was my best friend’s brother, for crying out loud.
But I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the way he snuck me into his room the other night, the way his lips felt all over my body, the way his fingers danced along every one of my curves.
I f*****g loved it more than I ever wanted to admit.
“Tomorrow?” I asked.
“How about tonight?”
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