10
LILY
I hadn’t lied to Scott. I didn’t go home with hookups.
Haley and I had a pact: our place or neutral ground, neither of us needing anything super fancy as long as we got off.
Scott paid for our dinner, and I took his offered hand to help me from my seat. Rather than releasing me, he twined his fingers through mine. Warmth ran up my arm, straight to my n*****s.
Already hardened from the heated gazes he’d been giving me over dinner, they ached, chafed from the b*a plumping my breasts up a bit. Dampness already coated my panties and had from the second I’d laid eyes on Scott in his dark gray suit. He hadn’t pulled his hair back like in the picture on Missing Link, and his blue eyes were lighter blue than I’d thought. Absolutely f*****g gorgeous with a hint of gold around the pupil
