~Ava
Jason hit the couch with a thud, eyes wide, darting between me and Amanda like he couldn’t believe his luck.
I stood over him, tank top still missing, skirt barely covering anything, my skin buzzing with the taste of Amanda’s lips and the heat of Jason’s stare.
Amanda leaned against the armrest, her dress smoothed out but low enough to show the curve of her breasts, that smirk still playing on her face like she knew exactly how this was going to go.
I didn’t give Jason time to think.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, my hands yanking his shirt up and over his head.
His chest was lean, not as broad as Adrian, but familiar, the faint freckles I used to trace when we were together.
I kissed him again, hard, biting his lip, tasting the spearmint gum he always chewe
