Nathan
She races for the steps leading up to her flat. I push my own door open and follow at a leisurely pace. Mainly, because I want to give her a head-start. Also, because she may not realize it, but I'm the one in control here. The vixen may have teased me with the way she licked that frozen dessert, and I admit, I got turned on by it. But she was aroused, too. I could tell by the way she wiggled in her seat, how she squeezed her thighs together, how the pulse at the base of her neck increased in intensity, how her shoulders rose and fell. How she monitored my reaction, and how her own mirrored mine.
We affect each other, and that's the truth. I might have tried to deny it in the years we were apart, but I never forgot her response to my kiss. I’ve never gotten over how she felt in my
