What say you we kick all the rest of these bastards to the curb for the night, and have a little sleepover in here? I'll give the driver the night off …” “My dad might not like that very much,” I murmur, but I know I'm getting close to turning eighteen. He won't have much of a say over what I can and can't do. The thing is, I love him and respect him, and I wouldn't want to cause him unnecessary stress either. “What Dad doesn't know won't hurt him,” Zayd whispers, running his tongue up the curve of my ear. “Maybe it won't bother her dad, but it certainly bothers me,” Tristan says,
