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Sweet and decadent and most likely meant to kill me.

It’s soaked into my bloodstream.

It feels like I’m dying.

My chest tightens. I spit into my hand, working myself faster. My fingers curl around the edge of my seat as I stroke. My pulse flickers. It’s humiliating how pent up I am over a pathetic kiss. My hand twists with purpose. My body aches with need. I want to kiss him again. The feel of his hands along my body. The strong way he held me to him. My lips still buzz with the feeling. I feel marked. Claimed.

And the worst part is, I want another taste so bad.

My climax hits me hard with no warning.

I bite my cheek, stopping my moans. My stomach contracts. Warmth spills over my fist, and I sag when it’s over. My head feels light. My hands are shaking. I don’t know what’s happening to me.

I’ve never experienced even a sliver of this.

This is everything I’ve avoided wanting, and now I know why.

It’s torture.

I close my eyes, but the sticky warmth on my belly begins to irritate me. As I clean myself up, my phone vibrates. I reach between the seats to grab it from the front and lie back down.

Sawyer:

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I just want to say thank you again. I needed tonight.

Sawyer:

Not the kissing part, just talking

Sawyer:

Not that I minded the kissing part

Sawyer:

The kissing part was great

Sawyer:

Ten out of ten kissing part

A smile grows on my lips. He’s so irritating.

Sawyer:

Right. You’re probably trying to block my number now

Sawyer:

I keep typing and I don’t know why

Sawyer:

Good night

I stare at the rambling messages, and before I can stop myself my fingers are typing.

Aiden: