He burst out laughing.
“You always have to be half naked, don’t you?” I tensed, noticing his open shirt over a pair of tight-fitting boxers.
“Do you have a problem?”
Yes, absolutely.I really had to bear in mind what Tiffany had told me a little bit ago. He does things out of boredom.
“What the fuck do you want?” He became embittered when he caught me looking at him.
“What do you want?” I groaned, embarrassed.
And everything became less dreamlike and more real when his hot breath teased my earlobe. The sensation was so pleasant that I let out an involuntary moan. It wasn’t the time to get embarrassed; tonight I’d had one embarrassing moment after another, and by now he would be used to it.
“You’re trashed, and even if you weren’t, you’re Will’s girlfriend.”
His words hit me like a blast of cold water.
“No, sorry, did someone ask you?”
I saw him look to the side, curling his upper lip.
“Are you saying this in case there are video cameras, James?”
He looked at me askance.
“No, get with the program. I’m not anymore,” I muttered seriously, almost offended. He gave me a suspicious look.
“Do you think that changes anything whether you still are or not?”
I was officially losing the plot.
“You’re not sober, and besides—”
“We aren’t,” I corrected him.
“So what? What are you getting at, White?” he asked, amused this time.
Why can’t I ever be quiet?
“Nothing, I was just saying . . . I was highlighting your—”
At that point James moved, and I was under his body.
“Don’t try to play games with me, princess.”
“Or what?”
James didn’t speak, but his gaze drifted along my quivering body, making me uncomfortable. Then he took off his already unbuttoned shirt.
“I’ll ask you a question.”
“Go ahead.” I invited him, lifting myself up on my elbows.
“But you have to answer honestly.”
“I’m waiting, Jamie,” I teased, suppressing a giggle.
But he didn’t wait any longer. He bent down to me, and in a second, his chest fit against mine. I felt the heat of our bodies pressed against each other.
