Still, instead of the smug smile inciting a desire to argue like it normally would, it made me want to get on her bike. For a second, I imagine how it would feel wrapping my arms around her as she rides. How soft the curve of her waist would feel against my fingers. How my thighs would apply pressure against hers. Sage sitting between my legs was suddenly a stomach-twisting desire, a warm want that grew hotter with each breath. I had to force myself to think of her cockiness, the way she rolled her eyes at my outfits or made snide remarks about my anatomy drawing skills. It was enough to wipe
...more
oh ???
