15 - You’re Not my Type
Summer
I was grateful for the plush chair my butt was stuck to. Because if I were standing, I’d have fainted.
“It can’t be you!” I said, my voice high pitched. Clearly, I was having a mental breakdown.
He didn’t seem pleased either. f**k, f**k, f**k. He spanked me. Teased me, made me c*m better than my battery-operated friends, and he was caring. Damon and caring didn’t belong in the same sentence and yet…
I chuckled, fanning my flustered cheeks and neck. I felt so hot all of a sudden. “I get it. Emma and Mia, you can come out.” I grinned at Damon and stood up. “That’s a really great prank, by the way. Your acting is so good. I almost believed it—”
“I gave you those hickeys,” Damon said, his voice low and velvety that made my stomach clench with nerves. “The
