About Last Night Kiss

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tly like I remembered it, but

head," I say to my

not the least bit surprised to see me. He looks so satisfied with himself that it's a

that I swear everyone in the room must be able to hear it. I'm

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vil in

d*mn eyes I've ever seen, ri

n see right through me. I'm naked under his gaze, helpless to pr

nticipation of him being inside me, the way he bit the edge of my lip when he kissed me that caused me to cry out, unsure if I was feeling pleasure

vid, I had exactly zero experience with that. Like I earlier mentioned, I had been the good girl, the Little Miss Perfect my whole

and only Gove

ast no one normal – was exactly clamoring to date the daughter of the retired Navy Ge

on who is still a

sed to be long-lasting. But after the breakup, I felt reckless. My outing with Racheal on

asn't arriving there with both my heart broken and virginity intact. I texted the one boy I

ently against me. "Tell me, Flower," he whispered, his vo

an assuredness I didn't feel. "Are you going to screw me, or

ry with military-like precision. "Dahli

fire. Surely everyone in here can see what is written all

how he

c*ck feels as i

g my fingernails into his shoulders as I cling

t he is asking,

or of the hotel the next day in what was inarguably the most awkward morning after exchange in the history of mornin

my fa

oughts are swirling around in my head. Does my father know? I wonder. No, he can't poss

ady throttled him with his bare hands if he knew the debauched things David had done to me tha

my voice little more than a croak.

on it. His lips turn up on the edges. The image of him above me, thos

s lips into a smirk again. And winks. If there is such a thing as de

he now-bright pink color of my face, says, "Of cour

g the heat in my cheeks to sub

now David's mother, St

ther person in the room. Stella Sterling. David's mother. She's an A-list movie star, one of

this is all about some kind of political fundraiser, even

st play nice with him." The thought jum

oking at me with the kind of affectionate expression you reserve for

ather speaks, his stern tone, clipped. Business as usual. "Ella and I have a

l

name. Do they call

stand there paralyzed, afraid to draw in a breath, watching as David's mother reaches

my

ertain collision. I know what my father is going to say before

have been shielded from it at boarding school. That wasn't intentional on our part. We meant to tell each of you o

no

come as

ng understatemen

ing married. It will be respectful of your late mother, of course. Bu

I'm screaming the words inside my head. I "I'v

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