Michelle Hercules

I cross my arms over my chest.

I don’t miss when Bryce’s gaze drops to my cleavage. I’m not wearing a super low-cut top, but my breasts can make anything sexy. For most girls it would be a blessing, but to me, it’s a curse. I don’t have time for, nor want, the attention of boys.

“Eyes on the road, please,” I say.

Red spreads across Bryce’s cheeks, and to say I’m shocked is an understatement

His eyes immediately zero in on my naked legs and linger there for a moment. I clear my throat to snap him out of his ogling. He lifts his face to mine, and maybe I’m imagining things, but it seems he’s embarrassed to be caught staring

Her body is tense, and when I catch her nibbling on her lower lip, a zing of arousal shoots straight to my crotch. My dick hardens and strains against my jeans. For fuck’s sake. I’m acting like Phoenix now, who walks around with a constant semi.

"Stop biting your lips,” I snap. “If you’re hungry, there are snacks in the glove compartment.”

"Seriously? You’re going to pick on what I do with my teeth and mouth now?”

Motherfucker. Several ideas pop in my head of what she could do with that kissable mouth of hers.

“Man, you’re lucky I’m not Phoenix.” I laugh.