"What happened?" I ask, trying not to salivate at the smell of her. She smells like vanilla and something sweet, and I want to lick every inch of her. f**k, I have so little control over my hunger for her, my thoughts are always running wild.
"Ask that s**t friend of yours!" She throws those flashing hazel eyes at me. "The shithead chickened out about telling his mom. He thinks we'd be thrown out immediately. Isn't that kind of the point? And then he has the gall to say it's because of what I'm wearing. Is Miles going mad thinking he can talk to me like that?" She huffs.
"I'm not even dating him and I want to break up. Ugh!" She folds her arms, catches the smile on my face and points. "This is all your fault.”
"Yeah, you're right. I'll talk to Miles," I say, trying to conceal my amuseme
