Hillary
I swallow the lump stuck in my throat. I know he did it to make me feel more comfortable, but it’s even worse now. I’m not a big girl, but I’m not petite either—which means I can feel him everywhere, his hard body beneath mine.
I try not to move too much, but when Georgia turns her head, her jaw drops. I squeeze my brows together, trying to tell her it’s not what she thinks, but her expression gradually shifts into a smile.
God, no.
She already thinks I should f**k him to get back at Jake, but I am not doing that. Bentley doesn’t even like me like that. He’d probably slap me across the face and fire me.
But I can’t even think straight. His arm is draped around my belly, holding me steady against him. I don’t like how it feels. I’m not very tall, and it’s summer, so I don’t bot
