“What the hell are you doing?” Spinning to face him, I try to push him out, but he tosses an arm around my waist, pinning me against him. “Going to bed. Big day tomorrow.” He’s so beautiful this close. I want to memorize every inch of his face so I see it in my dreams. “What’s tomorrow?” “I plan on waking you up with a slow, tender fuck before our parents come looking for us.”
