Brent's face when entering the room caused my eyes to grow wide; he looked like an animal about to devour me whole. I'd already stripped down to be nude; I wasn't naive. I knew what he wanted when he eyes me in the kitchen adjusting himself. Everyone in the kitchen knew he wasn't throwing anything I couldn't catch. We weren't the only ones though, the s****l tension in the house was thick. The only one seeming to be left out was Daniel, and for a good reason. Brent flies onto the bed and sits upon his knees; grabbing me by the ankles, he spreads my legs and drags me towards him. "I think we need to talk." He surprisingly says. I blink in confusion, "You- you want to talk?" I ask him, thrown off at the energy he'd brought into the room. "I thought you wanted to," I start to say, "Oh, I'm
