“Nah, Peach. I’m not jealous.” I lean into her ear, the same way she had done to me moments ago. “You and I both know that if I wanted you, you’d let me have you.” Keeping my finger hooked in her skirt, she’s not able to pull away. I run the knuckle of my finger back and forth along the slip of skin under the waistband. “Wouldn’t you?”
