“I’ll ask you, Star. I’ll ask you whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want, but right now…” I moved my thumb and replaced it with my lips; the softest graze, the most gentle of presses – but only a taste; not even the briefest slip of my tongue against hers. She so was addictive, once I got started I’d never stop, especially when she began quivering. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you. This week, when we were kids… every single time.”
