I could taste him, feel him, and when I slipped my mouth over the tips of his fingers, slid something so muc I backed up, until I bumped into Nathaniel. My skirt had bunched like a belt at my waist and rode higher behind from my body sliding against his. I reached out my hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he took it.
Of course, that would simply be putting off the decision. It was soothing, comforting. We won't hurt you, Jason said. A man likes to know he's not boring a girl, he said, but there was no smile to go with the light-hearted comment.
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