The show was on, but I couldn't hear a damn thing.
Aria was beside me, legs curled, blanket tugged over both our laps. She'd settled in like this was her natural habitat, couch, snacks, messy hair, her bare legs brushing mine under the damn blanket, and I was dying.
Every time she laughed at something on the screen, my stomach clenched. Every time she sighed, shifted, or tucked her hair behind her ear, I had to look away. Like an idiot.
I downed another can of beer. Probably my fourth. Maybe fifth.
Big mistake.
My head was fuzzy. My skin too warm. And that… urge that had been riding me all night, it started to win.
I glanced at her. She was focused on the show, smirking at the stupid banter between the characters. Her lips looked soft. Biteable. And the curve of her waist under that shirt... fuck.
She'd taste so good.
She'd ride me just right.
She'd ruin me without trying.
I blinked once.
And suddenly, she was on top of me.
Straddling me.
