Re: Teen Wolf: Jackson & Lydia
You were hurt. It's almost the same thing. [It wasn't, but she didn't care. She was trying to remember everything Jackson had ever done to her, because he'd always been the most handsome boy she'd known, and it was hard to remember when he was standing right there, his abs almost in view. And she was trying to remember not to play dumb, but she'd done that for so long with him, it was just second-nature.
His hands on her waist, that felt familiar too.
Don't melt!
Not melting.
Maybe a little melting?
She pushed his hands away, and she arched a perfectly waxed eyebrow (no, really, she went to a marvelous spa).] Not unless I say.
[A quick turn (and a perfectly executed swish of purple skirt!) and she was headed for the hospital doors.