BRIAR'S POV
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"I'm not." What the hell is that supposed to mean? "Then eat something," I shrug, holding my ground as he closes the proximity between us. Why is this damn towel so f*****g small? "I could..." He drawls, "But I'd be lying if I said what I was craving wasn't standing right here," It's like his eyes pierce into my soul, luring it out, along with the ache growing in between my legs. "Food doesn't stand," By the look on his face, I shouldn't be mouthing off like this, but I can't help it. He makes it so easy to bait him.
Within a blink, his hands grasp my arms, twirling me, "Then lie down," and within a breath, I'm on the bed, hair sprawled out around me, my heart beating in my ears and between my legs. "Fen--" I cut myself off with a gasp as he peels my legs open, and slowly
