“Fine,” Poppy said.
“Fine? You’re not going to argue?” he asked.
“Why would I argue?”
“I suggested that I get to touch you and kiss you.”
“I happened to like that kiss, Klaus, and I would like you to touch me.” She glanced at him and turned away almost immediately. “Shut up. Don’t say anything.”
“Do you … is it like a need?” he asked. This was too damn good.
“Sometimes, yes.”
Did she have the same needs that he had?
“Er, so ever since we’ve, you know, I have felt this attraction and arousal. It—I have to take care of it myself.”
She released another sigh. “Just ask me, Klaus.”
“Do you have to masturbate more regularly than usual?”
He saw her cheeks had gone red.
Poppy pulled her hand away and stood. “I think it is time we head back.”
“You do, don’t you?”
“Klaus, come on. Can we not do this? At least not here.” She looked around at the forest.”
“But I’m curious.”
“Then be curious, but don’t bring me into this.” She groaned. “I don’t want to talk about this.” She went to leave, but Klaus quickly moved in front of her. Why was he always chasing after her?
“I think about you when I do,” Klaus said.
“Okay.”
“Do you think about me?”
She pressed her lips together and stared at him. Her eyes were so green, so sharp, so beautiful. He could fall into them so easily. “Yes.”
He cupped her cheek.
“Klaus?”
“Just a kiss. One kiss. That is all I want, please.”
“One kiss?” She held up her finger.
“Yes, just one.”
She nodded.
He stepped closer to her so their bodies were touching. She didn’t push him away.
Klaus wanted her. He craved her. This need was suddenly so overwhelming. It would be so easy to push for more.
A kiss.