Memphis turns my head to the side before I can heed the command and kisses me. He licks my lips and shoves his tongue deep into my mouth. Reaching under my arms, Memphis hauls me up, so I’m now leaning over him. I have a second to think about Oswald feeling the wet spot, but then the thought is erased by Memphis’ touch and the way he’s kissing me as if he couldn’t wait to taste me himself.
