“You know we can’t be friends,” I say. I wet my lips with the edge of my tongue. “Because all I can think about when I’m around you is fucking you.” Her eyes widen as she drags in an uneven breath. “Tell me you don’t do the same thing,” I say. “Tyler, I—” “Look, stop. Fucking admit it.” “There’s nothing to admit.” My eyes lock on her red lips. “Bullshit. The way your breathing tells me you’re fucking turned on, and I bet if I were to run my finger over your pussy, it’d be soaking fucking wet.”
