“No boys for the rest of the year’ seemed like a really smart decision . . . earlier today . . .” She fades off as we stare into each other’s eyes.
Her hand slides up the back of my neck, into my hair, her nails scraping against my skin.
My lips graze her jaw, and she shivers.
“No boys, huh?”
I murmur in her ear: “How about a man?”
―
Jaine Diamond,
Thirst For Me