What in the world am I doing?
I’m not tired, I’m not sleepy, I’m not even drunk. So why does it feel so damn good kissing Ryan Cartwright inside his own bedroom?
I try to will myself to pull away, but my body no longer listens. My fingers lovingly trace his tight waist as I fumble to unfasten his belt.
This is wrong! But as Ryan plants another kiss on my neck, the voice inside my head slowly gets quieter and quieter. His large hands unzip my dress from behind and make short work of it with one quick downward pull. And I’m left standing in the middle of Ryan’s bedroom with nothing but my lingerie.
Ryan takes a step back and looks at me from head to toe, to which I try to cover my body with my arms. His eyes furrow as he grabs
