“Why do you call me Charlie?” I ask, avoiding his question. “Because I like it. Now, answer the question.” Okay, so much for stalling.
“Not much,” I say, keeping it vague and hoping that’s good enough.
He gives me a sexy smirk and lifts an eyebrow at me. “Not good enough.”
When I don’t say anything, he trails his fingers down my neck before dancing them over my collarbone, making goosebumps rise all over my body despite the afternoon heat.
“Have you ever been kissed?”
“Yes,” I say, secretly thrilled that I can at least say I’ve experienced that, even if it was shitty and during junior year.
His fingers slide down, trailing over my tit and making me suck in a quick breath. “Has anyone ever sucked on these perfect t**s?” he asks, running his finger over my painfully hard n****e.
“No,”
