Star
I looked into his eyes when he snaked his arms around my waist. I couldn’t break eye contact.
“Star, please, stop me if this is not what you want. I don’t want you to be angry at me again.” He frowned. “Shouldn’t we talk first about what happened before we jump in and didn’t talk about things first.” He was sounding nervous, and I knew he was probably right, but I couldn’t. I needed him. My body was screaming for him.
“We can talk after!” I stood on my tip toes, and he lifted me up bridal style and carried me to the bed. I kissed him, asking for permission to enter his mouth, but he held back, making me also pull back a little.
“No,” he whispered. “I want to make sure this time is special for you, not like the first time I ruined everything. I want you, don’t think I pulled away,
