Arthor: Selena Kitt
I don’t have a real bed, just a box spring and mattress shoved against the wall on the floor. It’s a firm mattress, hard, really, and I’m still apologizing for it as I show him my room and he kisses me into silence. I’ve kissed lots of times, but this is different. This is Seth. His mouth is soft and firm, his lips wet, like the inside of a ripe plum. He tastes like cashews from the Chinese we ordered earlier.
His hands are already lifting my dress in back as he presses me against the dresser. My heart is racing, but so is my head. I break the kiss and slither out of his arms, moving toward the door. He is watching me, his eyes smiling.