Chapter Eight
Stacey led him to her bedroom. Everything felt as if they were moving in slow motion. She swore she was in a dream as she turned around to face him. His lips found hers again.
There was no other conversation. None was needed. They were home alone and in her room. They both knew exactly what they wanted from each other. All the insecurities that Stacey usually felt when she was going to have s*x with a guy faded to the background. Her mind was buzzing with an energy focused solely on Charlie, to touch him.
They teased each other as they took their clothes off, tossing them in a heap. Soon, they were both on her bed, very n***d. He dragged his lips across her neck. She trailed her fingers across his back as he brought his lips back down on hers. She could feel how stiff he w
