“And what is it that you want?” she asks, her gaze filled with uncertainty. “We’ve tiptoed around this conversation for weeks, and I don’t think you’ve ever said.” “For starters, I really want to kiss you, and if we’re being blunt”—I glance down the hall to make sure Lola’s still in the other room—“I want to strip you bare and fuck you.”
AHHHHHH
