With Lyric’s lips on mine, it’s hard to remember why I have my no-dating rule. When we’re like this, pressed against each other, grinding and feeling each other up, it’s easy to forget who I am. I’m not Ryder Kennedy or someone’s father, and I’m not a guy from a boy band. I’m a man who has absolutely no control over his lust.
There is a obscene amount of internal dialogue while they are supposed to be lost in each other making out..
