“Take your arms away,” I muttered over her lips. She hesitated, our chests rising and falling in shallow breaths, completely in sync. “I want to see,” I told her. Slowly, she let her arms fall away, and I felt her nipple and flesh brush my chest, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful face. I didn’t want her first time. I wanted every time. But I didn’t want to love her, either. I didn’t want it to feel like this. It couldn’t feel like this. When she found out I lied, she’d hate me. This had no future. It was just sex.
