16 - Her Boyfriend
Summer
I stiffened, clenching my hands in a fist.
“You are so f*****g infuriating,” he whispered, his harsh, warm breath fanning over my neck, making my heart stutter.
“Feeling’s mutual,” I said, turning around and glaring at him. “Let me leave.”
His stormy dark eyes met mine, and I hated the way he looked at me, making butterflies flutter in my stomach. Maybe I was delusional, and they were actually moths warning me to get away from him.
“I apologize for accentuating that white men in power demanding s*x or as you said and I quote, ‘blowie’ for a position, but… I’m not one of them.” His jaw clenched, and I eyed his high cheekbones and sharp jaw peppered with the right amount of stubble. He took a step back and I could finally breathe something that was not his
