Riley
My body immediately starts reacting to his actions, and I melt into him. He overwhelms my senses, my thinking. I forget who I am. All I am capable of doing right this second is respond to him, his touch. He gently picks me up bridal style and takes me to our bed. He sits me down on the edge.
His hands go up my arms leaving a trail of tingling. Once he reaches my shoulders his hands slide down the sides of my body. As he reaches the bottom of my shirt, he makes eye contact with me. “Have you ever…” he starts.
“No, I haven’t. Have you?” I ask knowing every well what he was asking. I hate how men have double standards. They expect women to hold on to their virtue while they don’t feel like they have to. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he said, “no, I haven’t either
