“Fuck. You’re so sweet. So innocent. I want to eat you out.” “I want to eat you out too.” Wait, what? That didn’t sound right. Having social anxiety and literally zero filters when I was nervous sucked. “Do you, now?” I could hear the smirk in his smartass tone. Dammit, Cal. “Not, in, like, a cannibalistic way—” “Show me, then. Use plenty of examples. I’m a slow learner.” He growled, deepening our kiss.
