“Will you love me, sweetheart?” He leans forward until I’m pressed against the trunk again, and his hands grip my thighs on the limb under us. It’s easy for him to push the fabric of my shorts up as far as he can, and teasingly, Kayde tickles my stomach at the line of my waistband. “If I chase him away, will you love me then?”
I would say yes and be on my knees
