"Spend the night with me," Brandon murmured against her lips.
"Ms. Smith…my guardian…curfew…" she stammered, words fumbling together.
"You're eighteen now, Babe. You can do whatever you want…" he assured, planting a gentle kiss on her neck.
"Where would we go?" she asked.
"My house…"
"Your house?" she said with a chuckle.
"My parents are away on a fourth honeymoon and my siblings are in school," he explained.
"Ahhh, how convenient," Sharon said, laughing.
"I suppose it is," he agreed, sharing in her laughter.
"Let's do it," Sharon declared, summoning courage.
"Yeah?"
"Uhmm uhmm," she nodded, lips tucked in.
"You need to know that…" he began, trailing his finger from her hairline to the side of her face, reaching her lips. "...I will not be able to hold back. I'm going all the w
