“So you really didn’t—hook up with Natalie last night?” My voice is a whisper, barely heard. Carried away on the wind. “No,” he says vehemently. “I was with you. All I could think about was you. And how good you tasted.” My cheeks go hot, despite the cold air. “Crew.” “I’m serious.” He ducks his head, nuzzling my face with his, his breath hot against my ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I whisper.
I loveeeee
