Cory stood in the bedroom, cocky smirk in place. He widened his arms and asked, “So, wanna undress me?”
“Only if you’re gonna undress me, too.” I was relieved I wouldn’t have to beg to do this, embarrassing though that would have been. I would have asked, however.
Cory’s smirk was replaced with…uncertainty? Was he about to back out of this, say he’d changed his mind about…us? I held my breath; I could feel my heart starting to pound.
“Sure.” Cory smiled.
I started to breathe again and returned his smile.
Cory reached for the hem of my jumper and after I raised my arms, he pulled it over my head. Then, after discarding my T-shirt as well, he spent a ridiculous amount of time tracing his fingers across my chest and down my arms. I had no idea what he found so fascinating. Maybe it was b
