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LILA
Afirm hand landed on my ass, squeezing the soft
flesh like its personal stress ball. The warmth of his
body radiated against my back and the familiar,
spicy scent of his cologne filled my nose.
“Take your hands off my ass. We’re friends, Coulter.”
When he didn’t let go, I elbowed him, and he let out a
small ouf. Maddox came to my side as we walked to our
English class. “Wait, I thought you meant friends with
benefits. Because that’s the only type of friends I do.”
I rolled my eyes. Day three of us being friends, and
Maddox was still an asshole. A somewhat bearable jerk, but
still a jerk. Apparently, he couldn’t grasp the concept of just
friends and was still trying to cop a feel.
Well, I couldn’t really fault him since he caught me
eyeing his dick print again yesterday. He didn’t say a word,
but his stupid smirk was enough.
“No. I meant normal friends. As in, you respect my
boundaries, and I respect yours. Stop. Getting. So. Touchy.”
“So, you mean, I can’t slam you against the wall and
fuck you?”
Sweet Jesus, help me, or I was going to murder this
dude.