Josh. Caving. Don't speak. His lips burned into the side of her neck. She gasped. Her body, becoming increasingly limp. Hold me. He...

What was it about the smile she wore on her face or the beat tapping out of her lipstick-red painted toes that made him think it was okay...

Although her back had now turned, she knew eyes followed when David lilted. De cat dat got all dat cream. I wonder. They'd both heard...