“I don’t think we should do anything, you know, intimate.”
I smirk. “I knew you weren’t that shy.”
She smiles wider. “Until we’ve talked. Is that okay?”
I think about spending the day with her, all day, and somehow resisting her body, the sound she makes when she’s horny, the excitable glint in her eyes.
My muscles tighten and bulge against my skin as if trying to make me explode.
“Okay,” I tell her. “I’ll try. But that better not include kissing.”
She laughs as she shakes her head. “Isn’t kissing intimate?”
I grin. “I love when you use that word.”
We kiss again, deeper this time.