“We need to stop doing this,” I purred as he started to study me with lust. It was written all over his face. My mom was out with his dad and they wouldn’t be back ’till late. Real late, and we were using that time to get to know each other. All over again.
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It just feels wrong.”
“And that makes you want me even more.”
His eyes were undressing me as we stared at each other. Our eyes continued to be locked as we both headed up the stairs and toward my room.
“Besides, coming in through the front door is so much easier than climbing the tree. Sorry about the photo. Did I break it?”
I quickly changed the subject, remembering the other night when he climbed into my room and nearly broke the photo. The last one that was taken before he was taken away from m
