Chapitre 89: Chapter 89

I thought I'd been kissed before, but I was so wrong. Those boys made weak bumbling attempts compared to what Reed did with his mouth. He explored mine, his tongue dodging, licking, and seeking. The kiss went on and on, his hand threaded through my hair, his other smoothed over my ear then across my jaw. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, his heavy breath warm with the delicious smell that matched his taste.

"That wasn't a very good idea," he said without pulling away.

"Then why did you do it?" A low breathy whisper had replaced my real voice.

He leaned back, the intensity in his eyes captivated me. "Honestly, I don't know. You're still too young for fuck's sake."

"For two more months and since you're such an old man at twenty-five, I'm sure you'll be arrested for cradle robbing." Jon had told me Reed's age and other interesting tidbits about Mr. Baseball Man.