I don’t know why that sweet, chaste kiss makes me warmer inside than any I’ve ever received. I’m so wet for him I’m afraid I’ll leave moisture on the saddle when I dismount—but beyond that, I think my heart is wet for him. It’s softening, melting, making me believe that if I just give in to this, if I let him choose me, everything will be all right.
I never knew a line like “my heart is wet for him” could be so cute lol
