Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 480

On the other end, Brooklyn hesitated, her voice not quite the same as usual-soft, stammering. "Y-yeah... I already ate."

Allison: "..."

So Brooklyn heard it too?

Oh no. No, no, no.

Allison's cheeks burned even hotter. This was all Joshua's fault-he just knew how to drive her crazy. That kneeling kiss had left her completely dazed.

She'd totally forgotten she usually had dinner with Brooklyn almost every night. Brooklyn must've come to call her at dinnertime.

"...Okay, then." Allison stuttered, quickly ending the call.

After dinner, Joshua wouldn't stop pleading, trying to convince Allison to let him stay over.

He promised, again and again, that he wouldn't try anything-he just wanted to hold her and sleep.

Allison remembered how he'd had to hide from Linda earlier, acting like he was some dirty secret. That left her feeling a little guilty, and in the end, she caved and let him stay.

That night, Joshua really did behave himself. He just held her, nothing else.

In the middle of the night, half asleep, Allison kept feeling him messing with her. First, he'd gently squish her cheeks, then pinch her nose, then sneak a kiss.

It tickled.

knew there was no way Joshua could actually keep his hands to himself. Whatever. She was honestly too

like a rock-no dreams, no waking up,

there was no need to rush to the law firm, and no alarm to

her eyes, the clock

whole body felt weak and achy. She shifted a little and saw an arm wrapped

her side, with her back to Joshua. He had one arm tucked under her neck, the other resting on her waist, his

propped up, he could slip his arm

were so close, her back fit perfectly

He was still asleep.

surprise after

yesterday afternoon (three

he probably needed the

her waist, trying to slip out of his

just as she started to get up, his arm tightened, pulling her

with me a little longer," Joshua mumbled, his voice rough and sleepy,

ten,"

just a little longer. We've got nothing to do today

gave in, snuggling back down for another

next time she opened her eyes,

Almost lunchtime.

up and nudged Joshua. "It's eleven-thirty. Get up and wash up, seriously. Stop