I bend down and drop a lingering kiss on her mouth, squeezing the slight curve of her hip. She lets out a little moan, and angles her head to deepen the kiss. A sound at the door distracts me, and over Vashti’s shoulder, my gazes locks with Yasmen’s. She’s standing in the office door, her eyes clouded and the lush curve of her mouth pulled tight. I can’t help but think of the night when I watched her first kiss with Mark. Have they kissed again? Had another date? Fucked? I don’t want to know.
This girl too much i fear
