EMILY
As Jonathan did this, that moment crawled to the surface of my mind. My goodness— when our tongues had softly touched, I felt a spark that sent jitter through my body. That moment with Nolan was everything. I don't think I had realised that I had been moving my waist, basically twerking on his crotch area. Though touching and kissing him was wonderful enough, I remembered wanting more. A lot more. I had wanted him to cast aside his gentleman demeanour— which was one of the major reasons I admired him— and rip my clothes off. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, kiss me everywhere, eat me out, get inside of me. But then, I was still the one who ended that moment. You could say I was scared— scared of feeling something so real, so primal, so deep. Or perhaps the girl's girl in me sudd
