Will
I turned the AC on full blast, opened every damn window in the car, and was still sweating profusely.
It was fifty outside.
So I only had my own internal wildfire to blame. Just touching her like that, kissing her... I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, she jumped next to me.
Maybe I finally understood drugs.
Because I couldn't think beyond anything but tasting her again.
Drinking from her lips, sucking her dry, licking every inch of her body until I had no energy left.
"Sorry." My voice was gruff. "It's not you. Well, it is you, but not for the reasons you're thinking." I groaned. "s**t, this isn't coming out right. What I mean is... I'm not angry at you." Yeah that sounded so much better, Will.
"Good." She crossed her arms. "Because I don't do that anymore."
"Huh?"
