Kade
God, Sora is like a junkie addicted to Cameron and for some f****d up reason it doesn’t irritate me nearly as much as I think it should, instead it makes me jealous.
I want to be her addiction, I want her to need me a hell of a lot more than she needs Cam.
“You’re awfully quiet.”
Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts, though she doesn’t bother lifting her head from the laptop she’d buried herself in the minute we got back from the grocery store.
I rest my jaw against my hand, my gaze dropping to her thighs from where I’m sprawled across the recliner.
Fuck.
She’s hot.
So f*****g hot.
Her tank top clings to every curve, her hair tied into a messy ponytail with those two white streaks framing her face just the way I like. My c**k gives an appreciative twitch, proving it’s just a
