And I am in deep trouble. She’s barely even touching me, and I’m already completely done for. I don't even want to think about what happens when her clothes come off.
“Wait, maybe we should slow down and talk for a second?” I manage to ask, pulling back just enough to see her face.
“We could,” she breathes out, still panting. “Or we could not talk. If we stop now, I feel like I might chicken out and get shy.”
“Okay, nope. We definitely can’t have that happen,” I say, curling my fingers under her chin to make her look at me. Her lipstick is smeared, her eyes are wide, and she is so insanely beautiful right now. “Are you… I mean… I just need to know,” I fumble for the words, my brain fried. “Do you really want to do this, Katy?”
She gives a quick nod, biting her lip. "I'm counting on all
