I brush her nipple, and my clit throbs. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she whispers, shaken. “Are you kidding me right now?” I know, all right? I know. I wasn’t afraid. I was . . . Jealous. I’ve wanted this since we were freshmen, that first day we met, before the fighting started. And when I knew she liked me, I was so happy, but . . .
