Page 63 of Sweet Hate
Haven
It was just a lot. Plus, the entire bar saw me grinding on you thanks to blondie screaming her head off. I didn’t want that attention on me all night. I’m sorry.
Me
Jesus Haven, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I know I’m not.
Haven
Truth or dare?
Me
Truth.
Haven
Why are you not sorry?
How doesn’t she know the answer to that? The world stopped spinning the second she crashed her lips to mine. There is no way she didn’t feel what it did to me.
Shit.She better have felt it.
Otherwise, my whole plan will just tumble down like a stack of cards.
Me
Because I can’t stop reliving that kiss. And I’m not mad at it.
If anything, I really want to do it again. I can still taste you on my lips.
Truth or dare?
Haven
Dare.
Me
Send me a selfie of you right now.
Haven
Please hold.
Fuuuuck she’s in the tub, biting that plump lip in that sexy nervous way she does, her hair piled up in a messy bun, while her clearly naked body is surrounded by bubbles. Blood rushes straight to my cock, and it surges up to salute the sight.
What I wouldn’t give to be a bubble right about now.
I zoom in on the photo.
Is that...fuck.It is.
I’d know that dusky pink shade anywhere. My mouth instantly waters with the need to suck that pert pink nipple into my mouth.
