“You’re right. The icing does tie it together.” I open and close my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “It tastes much better coming from you, though.”
Wes has somehow managed to get on top of her again as he pins his knees on either side of her, holding her hands above her head as she writhes beneath him.
Are we just hooking up, or are we more than that? Is this just a fling for this semester until he gets bored of me, or when he starts to get sick of my sad moods?