DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

The worry I felt before melted away, as we turned to our
food. The rest of the dinner was just like any other
Thanksgiving. If I had thought announcing our relationship
would change anything, I was mistaken.
This was my family.
THREE HOURS LATER, Maddox and I found ourselves in my
room. He was supposed to be sleeping on the couch, but we
sneaked him upstairs, after my grandparents went to bed.
“I’m so full, I feel like I’m going to burst.” I patted my
stomach, feeling my food baby. I probably gained five
pounds from tonight’s dinner. And there was Maddox, still
looking fresh and sinfully handsome, like he had just
walked out of a Vogue magazine.
I settled on my bed, bouncing on the mattress, as I
watched him pull off his shirt in one swift move. He
dropped the shirt on the floor and stood there for a second,
letting me enjoy the very distracting view.
I took my time to admire him, to truly look at him. His
abs clenched as he sauntered over to me. His nipple
piercings got my attention next, and I licked my lips,
remembering how the silver rods felt on my tongue. My
gaze moved up to his wide shoulders that were twice the
size of mine and then his face. Sharp jawline that you could
probably cut your finger with, full lips, a strong nose with a
slight crook – he told me he broke it when he was thirteen
years old. Hooded blue eyes, thick eyebrows, with a scar on
the left one – he was injured two years ago during a
football game.
When he grinned, his dimple popped in his right cheek,
a deep indent. His smile was wolfish, looking hungry, as he
stood in front of me.
He bent forward, placing his arms on either side of my
thighs on the mattress. “Admiring the view, Babe?”