“Don’t be jealous,” he said. “I’m not trying to steal your best friend.” “I’m not jealous.” Even I heard the petulance in my tone. “Liar,” he teased. “You never liked anyone else playing with your things.” Things sounded pretty filthy coming from his mouth. His full, deceptively sweet mouth. The things it could do, the tortures it could inflict, and the person those pillows of hell could make me become was anything but sweet. I averted my gaze, but not quickly enough. Damn him and his maddeningly knowing grin.
