Clayton pulled me towards the parking lot and I must admit that I am under a state of shock. I know I have been dreaming for his lips, for his kisses and his touch, but I don’t think I can handle spending the night with him. He’s got a girlfriend. It’s not right.
I yanked my hand away from him and he looked at me, confused.
“Stop.” I was clenching my fists hard. I felt like a cold bucket of water washed over my system right now. He’s not going to make me feel this low. He’s not going to make me feel like a mistress.
He stepped forward and tried to reach for my hand but stopped. I stepped back and shook my head. I am a little dizzy and maybe the liquor is already slowly taking over my system but I refuse to be that girl for him.
Why is he suddenly doing this? Why is he suddenly clin
