Ranger slides himself slowly inside of me, groaning under his breath as he fills me up with his body. “Holy fuck.” “Good?” I ask, because for some reason, I think that makes me seem cool. In reality, I was never that good at being ‘cool’. No, that was Monica's thing. Actually, I preferred being nerdy, weird, blurt-y Chuck the Micropenis. With an exhale, I relax into Ranger's touch and close my eyes, changing the narrative. “Your touch makes me feel like I'm on fire.” “Beyond good, Charlotte,” he whispers,
