Wildfire

“That’s it. Let me see that pretty face when I make you come

Do you know how big my ego gets when you look at me like that?” He says kneeling on the bed between my legs totally naked.

, our unofficial roommates Mattie, Bobby and Kris, who magically appear whenever food is mentioned.

“My secret is I don’t really like parties, but I’m glad I came to this one and met you. And when I couldn’t find you I was sad when I thought you’d left.”

“You can do anything.”

What is it about tall, muscular men who are good with their hands that makes me weak?

tried to go home, but only lasted twenty-four hours with my dad’s post-casino-loss drunk, incoherent bullshit and my mom’s borderline professional inability to hold him accountable for his actions before I was on my way back to campus.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly, stopping me before I can apologize again. “It’s just soda.

“Could be worse,” Robbie muses from across the living room. “You could have to move to Canada this summer.”

breasts pressing against my chest as her face gets closer to mine.