Fifteen

I had been failing to study for over twenty minutes before I finally gave up. Demetri shifted on the couch next to me, and the temptation to look down to see if he was turned on by the couple fucking on the large flat-screen TV was too hard to resist. He had remained silent, but it was the loud moaning and groaning that could now be heard, even with my headphones in, that was distracting.

A quick flick of my eyes over to the man next to me confirmed that his were locked on the screen, only his eyebrows were pulled together. Would it be an invasion of his privacy if I were to take a quick peek? As the person that he was trying to convince to be his mate, I think that entitled me a small look to see what he was offering.

If I were trying to get a guy to be with me, I would dress to extenuate my features in hopes of him seeing something he liked. Maybe a low-cut shirt or a tight pair of jeans just to give him something to look at that he would want to think about when I