Vaughn

I've lived a lot in my twenty-five years, probably more than I should've, but there have been a lot of things I've learned. One of those things is when a woman wants something from me. 

Val is hanging on tightly around my neck, pressing her body against mine. My hands are at her hips, pushing her further away from my body. I'm not sure she wants to know exactly how much she's affecting me right now. 

"Do you like me?" She asks, gazing up. Her eyes ...