Okay. If I’m going to have to throw a party for these dweebs, I might as well look good doing it.”
Bailey Emerson, dressed in a tight, crimson dress that clung to her body like a second skin, smirked. Without thinking, he placed his hand over hers, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through him. You can wait in the living room if you want.”
Jake nodded, his curiosity piqued. Leaning in, her wavy light brown hair fell and framed her pretty face. She would not let this break her. The living room was tastefully decorated with neutral tones and strategically placed furniture. Holland chose Caleb Moon, who wore round wire glasses and had a notebook filled with hand-drawn blueprints for an imaginary video game. “Just a sprain, I think. Her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to touch herself. Ava managed a smile despite the pain.
