Playing with the Bad Boy is a Bad Idea

"Trust me Libby," he whispers as his lips gently brush my jaw, "I'll win this little game of yours." He moves up and kisses my bottom lip, nibbling slightly. "I didn't start it," I breath as I kiss him back. It's true, he started this, the day at the beach. I wrap my legs around his waist and push his back against his wall, making the bed squeak. I gently kiss around his sweet spot; careful to just brush over it. He places his warm hand on the back of my neck, urging me to do it. I smile and quickly peck the area I know drives him insane, teasing him more. He pulls me closer to him and I kiss the spot I've been lingering over, making him groan quietly. I can tell he was trying to hold it back. I jump off of him, "I won," I sneer as I walk out. So much for studying...

~Abigiail Johnson, or Libby, has come home, to her mother's house, after living with her dad in England for three years. Everyone is excited to see her, her family, friends, even enemies. Enemies like Josh Henderson, who completely tormented her as a kid. Being her Sister's best friend, he was always at the house, welcomed at the house. When Josh suddenly finds an 'interest' in Libby, she decides she wants to beat him at his own game. Willing to do almost anything, what kind of trouble will this lead to? Only Libby could guess at that.