My Pretty Dirty Kitten
I down the drink in one go, the burn doing nothing to calm the tension coiled in my chest.
That’s when I notice movement at my door.
Someone is peeking through the small opening.
“What did I say about staying away from my room, Gianna?”
Just then the door opens fully, revealing a rather beet-red Gia, in shorts and a tight-fitting singlet.
Fuck.
The way the singlet clings to the soft curve of her neck, everything about her is insanely perfect. Infuriating too.
Her hair is up, strands falling carelessly, just enough to make her look… irresistible. I clench my fists, feeling that familiar need curling in my chest.