When I walked out, I found Jesse sitting on the step, right where I’d left her. She looked up from a book, and I immediately realized two things: She was supposedly reading a red hardcopy of something. Something classic, by its cover. She had another book tucked inside. And my eyes landed on a paragraph I was pretty sure I had no business seeing. He slid his big palms down her thighs and spread them wide, pressing his hot tongue to her mound. “I hope you like it rough, my darling, because you’re about to get pounded like the pavement.”
oh goodness- Jesse, girlie- oh no- 💀
