“I can take you if I want,” he said, pulling me into the foyer toward the front door. “Or you can scream now and the fun has to end.” “Who says I’m having any fun?” “You’re about to.” He stopped but kept hold of my fingers. “Or, if you want, I can put you to bed and go have fun with someone else.” I rolled my eyes. Please. Like I’d be jealous or something? “You’re the one I want to play with, though,” he whispered, leaning in. Yeah, I’m sure. A psycho with a penchant for blind girls who can’t pick him out of a line-up. Was I out of my mind?
