“Sooner or later someone will bang you properly, princess,” he whispered on my mouth, making me jump.
“James.”
“And fuck, I wanna be that person so much.”
“How did you . . . what did you . . . ?” My eyes widened incredulously.
“Nothing, let’s go,” he hissed, grabbing my forearm to drag me off the bed.
“Why? Where?”
“I’m taking you home.” Another cold shower.
“I wanna stay here,” I said, turning over on the mattress before sinking my cheek into the soft pillow that smelled like him.
But James didn’t seem to have any intention of listening to me.
“I can’t sleep with you.”
“And I can’t go home like this. You complain so much, but we’ve already done it.” I shrugged like my statement was trivial.
“Yeah, we slept together already, but not like that.”
“What does that change? We just have to sleep—”
“What does that change? You must be really trashed to not notice.”
“They’re all excuses. You sleep on one side then, and I won’t move from here,” I retorted firmly.
“You want to get me in trouble, Snow White,” he grumbled before sitting back on the bed. But instead of lying down next to me, he turned around on top of me.
“Shut your eyes and sleep, what’s your problem?” I provoked him without taking my eyes off him.
He let his eyes drift along the T-shirt covering my body.
“It’s that—”
“Your words, James,” I teased.
“I’m not used to this.”
“This?”
“This. I don’t know. Having to control myself so much. For what?” What was he talking about?
“What are you—”
I wasn’t fast enough to ask him; James stopped me on the mattress with one hand planted on my hip.
“Of the fucking desire I have to take you on this bed now.”
My lower lip quivered when our eyes met in the dark. His body pressed between my legs gave off unexpected heat, and I started to question myself.
I wanted him. Jesus Christ, I wanted him?
“But I won’t do it,” he added, bringing me down from the roller coaster.
“No, of course not.”
