“You’re so innocent,” he murmured. “How have you seen so much and you’re still so innocent?” “I’m not.” “Liar.” His hand glided up my thigh, and I pressed my knees closed, a throb of lust sparking between my legs that I tried to ignore. His touch felt good on my skin. “How did I find the one good girl on this whole depraved campus?” “How did you find me? You practically kidnapped me to make me live with you,” I answered drily.
