Zach lifts his head and I have to open my lids when I feel his panting breaths over my lips. He looks drugged up, I swear. His pupils are wide, swirling like he really just took a hit of something potent, a narcotic that jacks up your heartbeat and sends you into the stratosphere. “Do you know what else I’ll find?” he rasps, his fingers touching the pulse on my neck. “What?” “If I touch your pussy right now. Do you know what I’ll find?” The P word is even more intimate than the V word and I can’t stop myself from arching my back even more and fisting his shirt.
