“O-okay.” She’s cute when she stutters.
I don’t make her come to me. Stepping into her space, I place my finger beneath her chin, and see the arousal dance within her gaze.
“Is there a guy at college?” I ask. I need to know how far I’ve got to fight to make her mine.
“What?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No. I don’t have time for a boyfriend.”
“Good.” I slam my lips down on hers and kiss her like my life depends on it.
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