“I really like you, El…I want you,” Kyle whispered in my ear.
“Then take me….” I simply said before kissing him once more.
For the third time, Kyle and I made out again. We didn’t care if we were inside the car and Wilson could see us from the rearview mirror. I carefully straddled Kyle as we kissed passionately.
His hands were caressing my waist up and down while my fingers ran through his hair as we devoured each other. I thought I might be going crazy. This was a sober me, and I felt wild in his arms.
Kyle had me burning up. My chest rose up and down as I tried desperately to catch my breath and calm my pounding heartbeat. Kyle’s touch was like fire and desire, my own entity responding to him impatiently.
I like Kyle. No, scratch that. I think I love him. I wanted so much from
