"I love it when you blush."
My blush deepens.
"I always have."
"I know."
"Remember that day in elementary school where I pulled you hair?"
I nod.
"I wanted a reaction from you. Any reaction." His eyes bore into mine. "I wanted all your attention."
"You had it."
"Do I still?"
"You've had it for a long time."
He nips at my ear. "I still want to pull you hair."
Fuck.
"You like that?"
My nod is heavy. Needy. I came twenty minutes ago, but I still need to come again.
I need him.
I need him so fucking badly.
His fingers brush my neck. "You gonna drink that, baby?"
"You want some?"
"I'd rather watch you drink it."
"'Cause it's—"
"Yeah."
I swallow hard. Okay, I can sip my slush of—I'm not sure what the hell this is, actually. Does it matter when it's mostly ice and sugar?
My eyes find Griff's.
I wrap my lips around the straw. Suck a sip into my mouth. Swallow hard.
My blush spreads to my chest.
God, the desire in his eyes. It makes me nervous and fluttery. I want to watch him watch all night.
"This is it." His fingers brush mine. "The most dick you can get."
I motion to his crotch. "And that?"
"Hmm… Might be able to help you out."
"You might?"