Chapter Eighty-Eight.
Leon felt at war with himself. He wanted his girl so bad it almost hurt, but at the same time, if she was ready for s*x, then she deserved all the hearts and flowers he could muster. She certainly didn’t need him taking advantage of her messed-up emotions she was experiencing. However, she was pleading with him to make her forget, and he wanted to do that for her more than he wanted anything in his life before.
His tongue swiped along the seam of her lips, begging entry into her mouth, and she opened up willingly. He invaded her mouth, their tongues swiping together. His space cadet let out soft, delicious moans, causing his already engorged length to stiffen to the point of pain against the confines of his trousers. Safron’s hand moved to the hem of his T-shirt,
