Play With Me

I can feel you staring at me,” he said in the softest wake-up voice I’d ever heard. “I only hope you’re a girl and not one of the drunken guys.

For the time being—”He emphasized each word. “I’ll be the only one climbing through your window.

He can’t play when someone is watching him,” Justin almost sang into my ear. “Totally screws up then.” “But you all are watching him,” I pointed out. At the back of the room, someone laughed. “Yeah, but we’re not girls.

Ryan stood over me. “What are you doing?” “Dying.

Why do I have you in my bed, when I'm not allowed to touch you?

In panic, I held his hand in place. “Move another inch, Hunter, and you’re a dead man.

For a minute there, I thought I stood a chance. But I guess in the end, Mitchell will still be the lucky one.

I kind of took you for granted. Your love for me was permanent. Why should I have worried about losing you?

Suddenly his lips twitched. "I can feel you looking at me," he said in the softest wake up voice I'd ever heard. "I only hope you're a girl and not one of the drunken guys." My breath caught in my chest. I jerked my hand from him. Not taking his arm away from his face yet, he reached dowm with his other hand. And slowly ran his palm over my naked thigh in the direction of my bum. "Yep, definitely female," he purred. In panic, I held his hand in place. "Move another inch, Hunter, and you're a dead man." "Matthews?