"For studying?"
"For fucking."
Oh. "I've never listened to music before. Have you?"
"Yeah."
"Metallica?"
"No." He laughs. "That breathy, sexy shit."
"You like that?"
"Sometimes."
"You want to put something on when we get home?"
"Dunno. What are we doing at home?"
"Playing Scrabble."
His laugh fills the car. "I concede."
"You go down that easy?"
His voice drops. "Fuck yeah."
My breath catches in my throat. "Do you want to play music after Scrabble?"
"No. I don't. I want to hear every single moan that falls off your lips."
Mmm. Yes. Please. Now.
My limbs get light. Electricity flows through me, from my fingertips all the way to my toes.
I want him so badly.
I like him so much.
I need this to work okay, for him to want me too, for him to accept the Iris who's still struggling to believe she's not her mistakes.
The girl who made all those mistakes.
"I, uh…" I press my lips together. I want to tell him.
My thoughts dissolve as his fingers brush my inner thigh.
"You, uh…" He drags his fingers higher. Under my dress.
Over my panties.
Fuck.
What was I thinking?
Something important.
But it couldn't possibly have been as important as this.