“Old enough. I’m twenty-three, and you?” I asked as I turned around, helping him
remove his jacket.
“Twenty-five,” he said, clasping me to him and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around
his waist.
Our lips crashed into each other, and his tongue gave a teasing lap with my own. I ran a
palm over his hair.
“Mmmmm…” he grunted, walking us back to his bedroom. I planted my feet down,
removing my dress as he unbuckled his pants before rubbing up his muscular chest. His deep-
brown eyes oozed a longing to want more than what the night was meant to be. If I were in
another headspace, I could see something happening with Kash as a boyfriend. But the playboy I
read about in all the gossip blogs was never a one-woman type of man.
“Lay on your back with your legs open,” Kash said.
