#Chapter 43
I make sure to rest my injured wrist on her shoulder so that it is not squished between our bodies.
That would be a painful start to the summer.
I kiss her back only to have her immediately deepen it.
Hmm.
She tastes like popsicles.
I can't help but wonder when did she have time to eat a popsicle?
The two of us practically make out for two minutes straight.
Our lips gliding against each other in a loving manner.
Our lungs burning with delight.
As Farrah and I are mid kiss I jump away a bit as I feel something warm slowly trailing up my thigh.
I attempt to pull away from her so that I can take a look at the object only for her to pull me in even tighter, refusing to let go of me.
What is going on?
/"Farrah/" I barely get out in between kisses
The ash blonde haired girl ignores me.