“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl in his face, almost close enough to kiss him. Jeremy’s eyes drop to my lips, and he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, letting his teeth drag along the plump flesh as he releases it. I fucking hate him and his kissable fucking mouth. “I’m testing a theory,” Jeremy says as his hands land softly on my hips. My instincts kick in and I grab his hands, lifting them to the wall, and lean into him. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” My words are ground out through gritted teeth.
