Hillary
“Please lie with me,” the begging slipped past his lips.
Oh my f*****g god. Him and Jake are literally the same when it comes to throwing around that cute face and manipulating you to do what they want you to do.
“Ben, I promised Jake that—”
“Just lie with me, I’m not asking for anything else,” he interrupts.
I twist my lips. f**k it. Jake is still not back anyway; he is probably f*****g Jackie in his car. I’m just going to lay with him, I’m not breaking my promise. My resolve crumbles, and I climb onto the bed next to Ben and rest my head on the pillow. Ben straightens behind me and carefully wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
He is quiet. I am too.
Clutching my phone in my hand and suddenly remembering that the door isn’t locked and anyone could come in. Wh
