His hand dips under the band of my skirt, and his fingers dance over the soft lace of my panties. I’m embarrassed at how wet I am and have been ever since I saw him in the hallway. He runs his fingertips over the fabric covering my slit before teasing the sides. “Holly,” he says, leaning forward and brushing his lips over my cheek. I sigh and drop my head back, hoping he’ll move his mouth to my neck. “If I dip my fingers inside of these lacey panties, am I going to find you wet for me?”
