Update "His husky voice teases, and his fingers...

I miss the moment when someone enters the room. I realize I'm no longer alone when the bed sags and a heavy body piles up on top of me from behind. The hair on my skin rise because I've already remembered the smell of the one who presses me into the bedspread. Bitter, tart it fills the entire space, like carbon monoxide smoke.

"Rieee" His husky voice teases, and the guy's fingers plunge into my hair and pull it away, turning me to face him. Matthew's blue eyes pierce to the gut. "The girl was tired and decided to rest?"

"Yeah. Alone."

I kick him in the side with my elbow and try to twist, but in vain. A block of muscle presses me firmly into the bedspread.

Wild Bastard