“But we shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. We need to stop now.” More scowling. “You do regret it.” “No.” “Prove it.” He lifts his chin up in defiance, wearing my hand like a necklace. “Kiss me.” I drag my bottom lip through my teeth to hide my smile, lowering my face until our mouths brush. “I’ll kiss you, suck you, rim you, fuck you, and come in your little virgin ass if that’s what you want. That’s what I want. But only when you’re sober.”
