A soft knock at my already open door had me rolling over to see who it was. If it was Oz, he’d walk right in and throw himself down on the bed next to me, disturbing my peace. I was shocked to find West standing there looking as good as ever. Which, of course, only set to piss me off. Why was I so damn attracted to Weston Jackson?
I’d been slightly attracted to guys in the past, but nothing like West. With him, it took everything in me to hold myself back from giving in to what I wanted, which was a foreign concept to me. Still, I’d let myself slip a couple of times, and when I did it, was both heaven and hell having his hard body so close to mine. The feel of his full lips under the harsh slant of my own.