“I love your tits,” he informed me then. “You haven’t seen them.” He nodded solemnly. “I have.” I shook my head. “No, you must be thinking about someone else.” “I’m only ever thinking about you,” he replied. “Only you.” My heart. My poor, poor heart. I didn’t stand a chance with this boy. “And your pussy.” He closed his eyes and groaned. “I saw that, too.” Yes. Yes, he did. Oh, thank god he didn’t say that in front of his parents…
