The next day, when my mom left and we were half finished with our homework. I had found out just how crazy I was.
I tried to concentrate on what he was telling me to do, but I couldn't. I just kept looking at his mouth, remembering how it felt against mine. Like heaven.
Every time he looked at me I counted the colors in his eyes, and nodded when it was important. It's kind of ironic how, now that he wants to work, I can't.
I stared at him, gracefully leaning my head against my fist. I wore a v neck, spaghetti strap shirt that I knew showed off the little breast that I had. I know he noticed but I didn't care. I felt like such a slut. But I couldn't help the way he made me feel. He sighed and looked at me. I smiled innocently and he rolled his eyes.
"Emma. You're not listening."
"Yes I
