Chapter 8
On Monday I told myself I would be prepared to see Joey. I spent Sunday convincing myself I didn’t like him and wasn’t interested in him. I even went so far as to convince myself he was as bad as Noah.
Okay, I tried.
All I kept seeing whenever I closed my eyes was his smile and his eyes and his hands and… s**t, I was getting all hot and bothered again. And this time it was on the school bus surrounded by my students. I could not let that happen.
When the bus finally arrived at Winter Ridge, everyone piled off. I was standing next to the bus, helping unload all the gear when I felt him behind me. “I can’t let you do this all by yourself,” he purred in my ear, his hand resting low on my hip.
My girly parts jumped up and down and my whole body flushed. From his hand. On my hip.
