"Always Miss Wilson". As soon as my gran left the kitchen he was on me, pinning me against the counter with his body. Bringing his hand up he grabbed a hold of my chin. "You got something you want to tell me?".

I had no idea what he was talking about. I couldn't really focus on words when he was handling me this way. Every inch of his body was pressed against mine.

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip.

"Think baby, think hard". Pressing his lips against mine he pulled away before I ...