I wish I fucking knew because my emotions are going AWOL in a way I’ve never experienced before. As soon as I saw Maggie flirting with the frat boy, I wanted to put my fist into his smooth, pretty face. I can’t blame the kid for wanting her. She looks too damn adorable, green eyes blazing with fire and cheeks flushing a rosy pink. And sexy. How the fuck can someone be cute and sexy at the same time? My eyes flit down to her and I bite back a curse. The lust I felt last week was not an aberration. There’s nothing about her outfit that is provocative, but her compact body is too damn tempting. I felt every curve and hollow when she hugged me earlier and my instinct had been to grab on and never let go. Her round breasts and tiny waist are perfectly outlined by her thin blue tank. Her tan pants should look boring and conservative, but the way her shapely backside stretches the material makes me want to take each cheek between my teeth to test the firmness of her flesh. Lick. Then kiss.
