I want to shove the whole slice of cake in my mouth when I feel him get closer to me. i don't want to share s**t with him. I don't want to talk with him or see him or-
Seth kneels in front of me, his hands go on my knees and he opens them slowly, making all my thoughts melt away like they never even existed. He is shirtless, handsome as the devil, his hair a bit of a mess, a hot mess, and his breaths are slow and deep, making his chest move and his tattoos dance with his breath. He's terribly hot and this does not help my anger. I suddenly wants to smash the strawberry jammed slice of cake into his face and walk away, but the way his hands touch up my thighs makes me hesitate. So I take another small bite and slowly push him away with my foot. He does not protest. Maybe he understand I n
