“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… “It’s mine.” “What’s yours?” I asked. “You.” He sighed and tightened his hold on me. “And your perfect little pussy.”
