What’s the point in locking the door when the monster is already inside?
I thought I could save my night with a simple kiss.
Real dates don’t start until after the traditional goodnight smooch anyway, right?
“One kiss from me…”
“Conceited?” he teased.
But when our lips met, things got weird. What started as a deep, passionate French make out at my doorstep quickly turned into him trying to gnaw my bottom lip right off my face.
And my dumb ass still let him inside, only one thing on my mind.
Now I can’t feel anything from the neck down.
Today’s tag is “oral tradition.”
Stay tuned for “P” tomorrow!