Breanne’s face heated as Nick undressed her, but the look in his eyes prevented her from protesting. He kissed her, deep and sweet, giving her his tongue as his hands slid over her body. She shivered but didn’t respond.
“What's wrong, chérie?”
“Your friend. He knows we're having s*x right now.”
“Yes, I'm sure you're right. You're my fiancée. So what?”
“It's just a little awkward.”
He tilted his head, regarding her curiously. “Why?”
“I don't know. You don't feel it?”
“Not particularly. I've stayed here before when Paul brought a girl home.”
“A girl he loved?” Breanne asked. What kind of friends are these? Michelle and I might overshare, but listening in is a bit much.
“Paul isn't ready for that. He prefers one-night stands.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks warmed further until her face felt burn
