After what felt like forever and mere seconds all at once, he pulled away, leaving her with a gentle nip of his teeth against her lower lip. A tiny grin was stuck on his face, and his head was spinning. Everything that had just happened and everything that may happen in the time ahead was rushing through his thoughts. Each touch, each tiny glance, each little jealousy. Maybe he’d finally found someone that he could take home to his mother and father to show off–maybe he could not be the family fuck up for once.
But it was all too soon, way way too soon to be thinking about that. He cleared his throat and the smile fell away slowly. “I–uh, you have soft lips.” His voice was hoarse and quiet as he tried to find words to fill the silence. “And, uh, don’t shift too much, lest you give me a boner.” He tried to force a chuckle, but the possibility was all too real.
He let his words fade into the background again as he looked at her, but not into her eyes. Instead he admired her soft skin and each little divot. His senses were hyperactive, and each little dust mote that floated onto her skin was followed by his eyes lower and lower right into her shirt and between her… God, he needed to get out of there and soon.
Zoey followed his face as he pulled away, her eyes opening to half-mast to watch the words drop off of his tongue. She was fascinated by the way his lips moved to form the words in his sentence, their shape a remaining memory on her own as her tongue traced the pattern that he had left behind. She could see his eyes through the thick curtain of her lashes, incredibly blue because her vision was being enhanced by the drugs that ran through her veins. And in the madness that was her current mind, she shifted again.
“I can’t help it if I’m sitting sideways on your lap,” she grumbled, jiggling her left leg to prove her point. There was a spark of mischief in her tone, and she couldn’t be sure if she had moved to adjust herself or if it had been just to spite him and amuse herself with his reaction. Knowing her, it was most likely to be the latter option. “I’m sitting too close to your torso and I can’t move my leg over to straddle you. So, it’s either I keep moving and potentially give you a boner, or I can get off you.”
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