“Come On.” He Reached Out A Hand To Me. I Looked Over At Maurice Who Quickly Stood From The Sofa Too. The Three Of Us Filed Down The Hallway And Headed Into Maurice’s Bedroom, Which Was Bigger Than Mine, So It Only Made Sense. I Stood Beside The
The look on his face is something hot and needy, ardent, mirroring what’s building inside of me. My heart swells in my chest, scraping against my rib cage, barely contained. This time, I don’t have to wonder who moves first. It’s me. I lean closer
