Taylor
Dinner was served at 19:00 p.m. by one of the chefs before he was escorted back to the guest house separate from ours.
The six of us sat down and ate dinner peacefully, --a little too peachy for my kind of night.
Sparing one another glances, I watched Reed trying to hide an oh too obvious smile that could only be intended for Kaitlyn Wright.
Fudge.
They look happy.
And Greg's looking like a sack of potatoes when it comes to comparing moods. He's in his own head, eyes boring into mine when he looks up from his food. I feel embarrassed, flushed by my own boldness a moment not so long ago, and how he catered towards my needs.
Recap and continuation of last chapter...
He stood behind me, still yet relaxed. I waited for him to do something... anything. God, why do I have to everything by myself?
Body turned, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Kiss me, Miller." I pleaded. "Do it slowly so that I don't have to touch myself tonight."
