He croaked to try and speak; she pressed a finger to his lips.“Sssh, just lie back and relax. Let me do the talking, just nod if you agree.”He nod...ed and playful smile eased onto her inquisitive face.“You are so hard, would you like me to continue?”He nodded, she took his hand to her breast; it felt much softer than he imagined.Lit only by the light leeching in through the open door; she pushed back the duvet. Throwing a leg over his naked prostate body, she hovered above him and her breasts. Sleep is out of the question."Peter?" she whispered again. "Am I pretty?" Uh," I cleared my throat again. "Yeah." I waited a minute and when she didn't say anything I asked, "Was that your nightmare?"She shook her head. Her hair brushed softly against my arm. I stifled a groan of growing frustration. God hates me, I thought, he must just plain hate me to give me this kind of temptation."I didn't really have a nightmare." She confessed softly."You didn't?" My throat went dry yet again. "So, uh,. Once again, it worked like a charm. I was allowed to go to school that day.Later on, I forced my anxiety down as I turned the knob to my English class. I had expected everyone to have already heard about my ridiculous incident, but the only eyes I could feel on me were Malcolm's gorgeous, emerald eyes."How're you doin', Eileen?" he asked as I slid into my desk, opposite from him."I'm fine," I stated, pretending to fidget with something in my bag."Just... Fine?" he inquired, leaning in closer to. Demie! She had gone around the back.“Eros!” Patty quickly opened the door to see her flipped-over coffee table and Demie and Eros fighting. Eros still looked like Fabio, and seemed to be winning ... he had pinned Demie to the floor with his knee while his arms held hers immobile. Even with her shape-shifting, he seemed to be adapting just as fast.“Tom...” Demie looked up at me.Right, Plan B. I grabbed Patty from behind and put her into a headlock.“Eros!” Patty yelled again.He looked up. “Let.