Chapter 203

Realizing what just happened, Broderick quickly tugged Leslie's shirt back down-it was only a few seconds, but it felt like everything froze. He actually stopped breathing for a beat. What the hell was he doing just now? Seriously, like some sleazy dude. Did Broderick just... get flustered? Leslie caught on quickly and knew exactly what he was trying to do. But instead of pointing it out, she chose to play it another way. He knew now that the blood wasn't hers, so it had to have come from someone else. Just as he was about to get up, Leslie suddenly pulled her T-shirt off and leaned right into him. "Ricky, what's the rush? I'm yours. My heart and everything else-you don't even want to wait till we get home?" Broderick, being a guy after all, couldn't pretend nothing was happening. She was the only one he allowed close like this, allowed to mess with him like that. His throat tightened, and he started to feel warm all over, like something had flicked a spark inside him. "Cut it out, Les