Sloane

When Benedict pulls out of the parking lot, past the line of students who have stopped to stare at us, my lips are still tingling. I can still taste him. I don’t know what I taste like to him, but to me, he tastes better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.

It’s probably why I get lost when he kisses me. I try to resist. I try to make the kisses short so we’re not stared at. But then his tongue is in my mouth and Aisling begins purring in my head. Then, my head begins to ...