“Um, could you not do that? I’m tryin’ to concentrate on your—” He turns his head to finish the sentence, and his words die in his throat when he realizes my face is an inch away from his, our lips hovering a breath apart. I can smell mint toothpaste on his breath, and I’m fucking dying for a taste. I’ve never kissed a boy before, but the thought gets me so excited, so fucking horny. His eyes zero in on my mouth, and I purposefully lick my lips, teasing him. “Do what?” I whisper, my words ghosting over his lips, caressing them, provoking them.
