Cedric's POV
"Are you quoting the lyrics to High, Cedric?" she asks, her eyes wide open.
I can see the glint in her gaze, the sparkle in her green eyes. If she knew the songs I have to dedicate to her, the ones that make clear what she’s causing in me, it would be exposing myself too much. I prefer to keep this part of me hidden, but I didn’t think she’d understand the reference to my statements, so I have no choice but to respond.
But I will only do it once.
"I’m not quoting it to you, I’m dedicating it to you," I reply, gripping her hips tightly, pressing her against my erection. "I want you to remember me when you hear it. I want you to play it in your private moments, close your eyes, and touch yourself thinking of me. I want the lyrics to sink into every fiber of your skin, and wh
