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Confused, I look up to find Declan beside me. He’s zipped out of his hoodie and holding it out to me. “What?” I look at him like he’s crazy. Maybe he is. Maybe we both are.
He aims a hard look at my chest before flicking it up to my face. “I said put it on.” He looks like he’s about five seconds away from stuffing me into it himself.
When I look down at myself, I feel my face go up in flames. I’m not wearing a bra and my tank is worn so thin it’s practically see through. It’s damp with sweat. Clinging to my breasts. My nipples clearly visible.
You shouldn’t run around without a bra on, Tesla. I’ve been staring at your tits for the past thirty minutes, wondering what they taste like.
I snatch the hoodie out of his hand and scramble into it, mortified and ashamed of myself because my best friend was practically just kidnapped and I’m standing here with the neighborhood asshole, thinking about the time he made me come and wondering when it’s going to happen again.
Ifit’s going to happen again.
Because I’m a horrible person and I’ve lost absolute, total control of myself when it comes to Declan Gilroy.