The Luna Choosing Game
He slowly started to pry me away from him.
I whined and tried to hold on tighter.
“Just for a minute,” he said. “You’ll like what I’m about to do, I promise.”
With that promise, I leaned back to give him room. Immediately, he door off his jacket and ripped his shirt up and over his head. The second it hit the floor, I was right back where I had been, but without his annoying clothes in the way.
Nicholas was so hot. He smelled so good. He should never wear clothes.