Logan Parker
"Do I have your permission?" I asked, licking my lips in nervousness.
She leaned forward, her lips meeting mine in approval.
Her lips were better than what I had imagined, and the thrum of my heart ignited against the softened feel of her lips.
My need for her struggled to stay rooted in my chest, not expecting her sudden willingness to give in to me, which seeped right into my f*****g bones.
I never expected her to agree to what I had said, as it was only a joke, and the look of hate she had shown me at the beginning had me expecting a slap as a response to my question.
To her, I was her enemy, whom she hated with every bone in her body. Despite her aversion to whatever was happening between us, she melted against the friction of our desires. She pulled me closer with
