I opened and closed my mouth a few times and I was unable to make out the right words to say to her without being too cold about her so-called friend.
She waited earnestly for my response and now, I knew I needed to give her one.
"There's something about him that makes my blood hot. He doesn't look like a nice guy to me and he seems to be hiding behind a fold. A fold he is willing to keep a secret till he got what he wanted. Which is you. I fucking hate the way he looks at you. The way he suckles his lips whenever he speaks to you. I hate him so damn much, Caroline," I rushed out while I was still engrossed in my words but never stopped rubbing on her nipple.
I wanted to make sure she understood me even though at the moment, all I want was to be inside her.