Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy
They hit right beneath my calf joints, leaving only my mid-thighs down to my shins bare.
The real issue, though, was the plunging neckline laying my cleavage wide open, matched with a completely open back.
Her phone buzzed. She snatched it up, scanned the screen, and a bright smile bloomed across her face. My expression twisted into pure disgust.
“You’re grinning like that just because of a text?” I raised a brow, entirely irritated.
“Well, yeah, because he’s got something huge that happens to fit my hole just right,” she shot back, gesturing vaguely down her stomach.