When the frantic kiss evolved, turning soft and languid—I pulled back barely a hair’s width from those tempting-as-fuck lips to boss him around. With love. Because we were friends, and more. And he needed to listen to me—just this once. “You’re going to go to my goddamn house. You’re going to drink your goddamn hot chocolate. You’re going to let me take care of you. And when I deem it goddamn time, I will tell you what you want to know.” Miles glared at me, his eyes full of fire, his lips swollen. So fucking yummy, goddamn.
