11
MARI
Life sucked!
I felt so humiliated. Like a complete i***t.
I had put myself out there, shared one of my poems with Zac, wore the prettiest dress I owned, no bra or underwear, and I’d given him every opportunity I knew how for him to kiss me. But he hadn’t taken the bait.
Gah, rejection was no fun at all.
Everything had been perfect too: the way he’d reacted to my soul-baring words, the way he’d looked deep into my eyes, the way he’d seemed to be so absolutely in tune with me.
In my mind, a kiss had been the only logical way to end the evening. Our mouths plastered together, breathless and straining—the craving so great that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other—until all our gripping and clutching led to him groaning as he buried himself deep inside me, and I arched and g
