“—I think Samantha likes to be a dirty little slut.” My chest rises and falls too quickly, but it’s because my entire body just lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. How does he know that? And why does it feel like I’m on the edge of coming? As if Reed can read my thoughts, his leg presses between mine. “You came out here, reaching for cups, showing your ass….Fuck, Samantha, I want to take a bite.” I just forgot how to breathe. But I know I am because the world is still in focus.
