Twitching every five seconds wasn’t going to help my popularity, or lack thereof. With her on my skin, it was like having a mad case of the tics. Drawing in a deep breath, I prayed that Bambi would remain where she was for the rest of the class. She wrinkled her nose at me before returning her attention to the front of the classroom. “Or is my left boob hanging out and saying hello to the world? Because as my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me.”Įven though I knew her boob was in her shirt, or at least I hoped so since her V-neck sweater was pretty low cut, my gaze dipped as I lowered my hand. “Are you on drugs?” Stacey asked in a low voice as she brushed thick bangs out of her dark eyes. I clamped my hand over my mouth, stifling a giggle as I squirmed in my seat. Her tongue flicked out, tickling the side of my neck.
I forced a tight smile, knowing Bambi wasn’t done yet. I stiffened, resisting the urge to giggle like a hyena as she cruised up between my br**sts and rested her diamond-shaped head on my shoulder.įive more seconds passed while Stacey stared at me, her brows raised. Sliding along my stomach, the very active demonic snake tattoo was not a fan of sitting still for any length of time, especially not during a boring lecture on the food chain. Cleo moseyed on into biology class, flipped on the projector and turned off the lights, Bambi decided she was no longer comfortable where she was currently curled around my waist.
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