15
Caterina
My fingers brush along my lips remembering my kiss with Marcus yesterday. He was gentle but firm. We both wanted each other and there was no hiding the fact if we’d been alone, we’d probably have ended up naked. I bite my lip and my stomach unleashes a flight of butterflies as I remember his hushed words to me in that hallway. No matter how hard I fight it, my body willingly takes what he offers.
That’s the scariest part. What if all he wants is my body? I see the lingering stares at my breasts, my ass. My body does it for him and yes it gives me a thrill…but what if I fall for him?
I’m used to guys approaching me, but with my background, their confidence usually comes from their bank account.
I’m not sure where Marcus’ confidence comes from. Six years ago, he had nothing.
