And then she kisses me.

It’s not soft. It’s hungry and possessive. Her tongue slides against mine and I taste liquor, smoke and her. My whole body arches into hers as if I can crawl inside her skin… desperate to get closer.

Her fingers sink in further, one sliding inside me and I nearly scream into her mouth. My head spins. My vision blurs.

“Oh my god—” I moan between kisses, words tumbling out. “I’ve never… no girl has ever—”

“Shh,” she cuts me off, finger curling inside me, thumb circling until my toes curl. “You don’t need anyone else. Just me.”

Before I can breathe her fingers hook in...