Taylor

My mind scrambles for words.

Ready?

Ready for what?

Our first kiss was everything I fantasized about this past year and then some.

Is he ready to sleep together?

I’m not sure I am ready for that tonight.

Our kiss proves our electric passion for each other. I stand in front of him, as he’s seated on his bed; I move between his knees.

“I’m ready to explore us too, but I want to go slow.” I swallow, my mouth suddenly very dry. ...