Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination. -Voltaire
My hand travels down his neck, then to his chest.
"Now, what do you mean you never wanted to before? What about the guy you broke up with?"
"Just didn't want to - I wasn't interested."
I slip my hand under the fabric of his shirt. My fingers fan out over his bare chest.
"This is an awkward conversation." My tongue gets twisted, and I slur the last couple of words. "I feel funny."
Drake grins. "Yeah, I can tell. Now, let's get back on topic."
I circle his n****e, but he encases my hand with his, stilling my movement.
"Weren't you ever tempted or curious with a boyfriend in high school or college? Didn't you want to know?"
"I never actually dated much in high school." I try to bolt off of Drake's lap.
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