"I got bored waiting for you and decided to lie down for a bit. I must have dozed off," I said, my voice even, but my throat was dry and the words still wouldn't leave my head.
…make you kill Scott…
If he turned the light on now, he'd see and I will have ruined our night. How many had I ruined already? How many times did he feel like he couldn't touch me because of what a f****d up mess I was?
"You look beautiful," he said, his hands slipping up my legs, instantly making my heart beat faster again.
That first touch was so electric I parted my legs for him instantly.
Did he somehow know already even without the light? I was perfect. Not a quiver in my voice. How could he know?
I felt a dip in the bed, then him crawling in between my legs.
"How would you know? It's dark and you can't
