“Why are you doing this? We both know this is a stupid idea, Bonnie is my best friend and you’re her new brother. Sex isn’t important enough to cause problems with my friend.” “I don’t just want sex,” he growls. “Then what do you want?” I ask, hating how weak I sound. I enjoy sex, I love orgasms, but I’ve never been the type of girl who is guided by her vagina, or at least not until Huck fucking Barnett came into my life. “I already told you. I want to own you,” he tells me, his voice barely above a whisper.
