Keg Party girl is busy hanging off Gage’s arm, so she doesn’t notice me leaving. On the way up to the room, I give myself a pep talk. “You got this, man. You can just hang out, feed her, talk. And then maybe if things go well, you’ll get to touch her again.” I exhale a long breath and try to push away the image of my fingers buried in all that soft wetness. But the way she looked, and the sound of my name tumbling from her lips when she came is tough to shove back in a box. “One step at a time. Food and conversation. You know how to eat and talk. You get eighties in all your courses. You’re
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Aw he is nervous how cuteeee
