Chapter Eight
Carm
What is it about Bella Scott that grabs hold of me every time she’s around? I hate her as much as I want to f**k her. I need to get it together.
Since Annie pretty much told me I’m a douche, I’m trying to be civil and not flirt, but when my hand landed on Bella’s knee, a current of warmth shot up my arm. I remember what Annie said about how I come off, but even so, I’ll admit that I wanted to grab Bella’s hand and take her away from here, press her against the wall outside the bathroom, slide my hand down to her ribs, and grab her ass as I thrust forward so she could feel how hard I was. The dark pink color on her lips would look incredible around my d**k.
Nice daydream, but I need to deal with reality.
I pick up my ball, unnerved by how much headspace Bella has bee
