Ch 21
Leslie POV
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That scoundrel kid just put my honor down in front of my Quinton.
But he didn't look affected.
And I feel his touch on my waist.
How I wish I had worn something short like a crop top, so I would have had felt his hand on my skin.
Brushing the bad thoughts involving him and me naked, I look up as I hear his footsteps
He is walking to the refrigerator
And I bite my lips
knowing he is going to look for a beer, but I have already emptied it, the minute he left and after my little talk with Olly I needed that more than he will.
"Ah.
I'm sorry there is no beer left,
I was having a bad day, you know.
I suck at cooking.
So to ease the pain of that realization, I gulped the drink down,"
I blurt out before he can get to the refrigerator, and he stops at his
