But sometimes being responsible is exhausting, especially in the face of someone as irresistible as Rhett Eaton. It’s me who pushes my tongue into his mouth. It’s me who steps even closer, feeling his hand slide down to my ass as he crushes me against the steely bulge in his pants. It’s me who moans when he presses it against me even harder. The knowledge that I do that to him makes me wild. It seems unlikely. We seem unlikely.
