SKYLAR
"Trey! Let me up!" With a desperately raspy whisper, I struggle to pull myself off his lap. "I'm not a toddler, Trey. You can't just carry me around like a human teddy bear!"
I push against his stone-hard chest, wriggling my lower body to break free. But all the unhinged giant does instead is to lock his arm tighter around my waist, pinning me straight down against his thighs.
"Stay.”
"No!" I snap back, twisting violently to escape. Just because I had an embarrassing moment of weakness out in the parking lot–and just because I completely lost my mind and kissed him in front of twenty thousand live viewers–does not mean I'm going to play lap-dog for him!
I launch into another full-body struggle. Kicking my legs. Wrenching my hips. That only earns me a throaty groan.
And befor
