“Let me make you feel good.”
My stomach clenched at his words, and a million ideas of what that could mean ran through my head.
He laughed softly against the skin of my neck whilst his hands found the bottom of my suspenders.
“I’m not going to f**k you…I’m just going to make you feel good…will you let me?”
I held my breath. “Yeah.”
“Good.” he said and brushed his lips against mine.
I’ve known him for three weeks now; he wasn’t going to have s*x with me, was he? I mean, it’s not that I wasn’t ready; it’s just that I hadn’t shaved in three days. And besides, Niall was probably used to perfect girls that knew exactly how to have s*x.
I was overthinking things too much, I had to relax.
Niall’s lips kissed my neck slowly and he started taking steps forward, making me hit the edge of the
