“Yes.” Our eyes stayed on one another as he took his time removing each article of clothing I had on. Before he got to my panties, he turned me away from him. My body shivered at the tips of his fingers touching the sides of my waist. I crossed my arms over my breasts, in hopes that it’d hide the way my heart was pounding through my chest. The way Juice handled my body always made me feel safe, secure, and sexy. He was the first man to gas my head up to the point where I had no choice but to believe I was the baddest bitch to ever walk this earth — little booty and all.
