His eyes go down to my parted lips, and I do the same. I watch as he licks his own lips. God, they are so soft looking, so dusky and thick. Without a thought, I stretch under him, rubbing our torsos together, and his eyes jerk up to mine. “You’re not, are you?” I ask. “I’m not what?” “A-a virgin, I mean.” He shoots me a scorching look at that and my back arches skyward. Toward him. “What do you think?” I guess that’s his reply to my question. “When?” I whisper, squeezing his sides with my thighs. Zach sneaks a finger under my hoodie and touches the bare skin of my waist. He flicks it, like
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