“But you’re moving at a snail’s pace.” I wish he’d just undress me already. Rip it off, like a Band-Aid. Maybe it’ll be less painful that way. “Yeah, Avery. That’s what you do when you’re savoring something…” He blows on my naked shoulder, causing a sea of goose bumps to pebble my skin. “You…go…slow,” he whispers into my ear.
