A wicked curve appears on his lips. “No, you’re wrong. I’m allowed to say whatever I want. What I’m not allowed to do is what I want.
He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping in sweat.
The truth is, I always want to kiss you.
I half hoped he would be shirtless, but then wanted to smack myself at the ridiculous secret confession.
The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me. “Morning, roomie.” His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?
He’s so pretty it hurts.
I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.
I can't believe I wrote that many words in a row.
