“If I only have twenty-four hours to live, then I’m gonna come clean,” she states, straddling my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. Instinctively, I grab her hips and hold her still. “Come clean about what?” I ask with a raspy voice. “That I’m attracted to you, and I don’t think it’s one-sided.” She rocks her body against my groin. Fuck. Me.
