Maisie
"Ch-choose?" I stammered, fingers curling at my sides.
He nodded, and the action brought his mouth against the curve of my ear. "Whose bed you wish to sleep in tonight." His knuckle brushed my hair back from my shoulder and my brain turned to pudding. "Whose body you want pressed against yours… whose hands you want on or inside you while you fall asleep."
I spun, which brought us chest to chest. "I'm not having sex—"
"No one said anything about fucking, Adams. Unless you want to—"
"I just said I didn't want to!"
"Well, if you change your mind—"
"I am NOT going to change my mind," I snapped.
"But if you do want to—"
I slammed my fist into his chest and he doubled over, wheezing. He was totally faking it. "I think you broke something." He was coughing extremely hard, and I frowned. I was sure I didn't hit him that hard.
