Emery’s POV
I was squeezing myself in the door of the passenger seat while Terrence was driving the car. He keeps on hissing and glancing at me while I remained staring at the road, thinking about what he said a while ago.
He said I looked fckable when angry and with messy hair. Was he always teasing me because I make him hard?
My cheeks heated because of the vulgar words lingering in my mind.
Why am I even thinking about that? He’s a pervert and he only said that so I’d stop resisting.
Argh!
‘...you look fckable…’
It’s playing inside my mind like a damn CD. I can’t forget about it and as silly and stupid as it may sound but it’s making me feel hot.
“Will you stop making that kind of face? It’s irritating me!”
I now have the courage to look at him. I shot him d
