My eyes trace every contour of his body. “I was thinking of you.”
“Just me?” He asked now with more of a flirty tone to his voice. His touch felt so good. I slid out of the sleeping bag and sat next to him with my back against the couch and rested my head on the cushion. Unmoving. David was my best friend. I had honestly forgotten that. He was gorgeous, as usual. Nothing else existed in that moment but him. The gentility of his touch trailing my chest, and the heat of his breath on my neck was enough to send a shiver course though my body as my skin broke out all over in goose bumps. “You do things to me.” I stuttered. And let the night take over. I moved my hands over his soft, smooth skin. Making a mental note, however, I did try to avoid staring at Chad and only glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.
