Winter Hart
Sydney ran off with her phone as soon as we sat down.
“That was amazing,” Jason praised, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I was breathless as I drank my glass of water.
“Thanks,” I exhaled, looking around the bar for my friend. I couldn’t see her, as the place was packed with people.
Jason touched my cheek and turned me to face him, caressing my skin with his thumb. I bit my lip when he leaned closer and rested his forehead against mine. “I have a confession,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine. He moved his other hand to my thigh.
My heart pounded, and I closed my eyes. When his fingers brushed against the hem of my panties, I pushed his back with my hands on his chest. “I can’t,” I stammered, remembering everything I had done with his younger brother.
I was pissed
