I startled, taking a moment to register he had friends with him. I threaded my fingers into his hair, going for his mouth again. Don’t leave. “Dude!” the guy barked again. “Girls your own age, right out here! What the fuck?” A breathy laugh rumbled from his chest. “I don’t think I can wait for her to be legal, man,” he whispered to his friend but only loud enough for me to hear. I nibbled his mouth, playing. “Sixteen is the legal age of consent in thirty-three states,” I teased. “Just not ours. It’s a technicality.” “Researched it, have you?”
