Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires
He was an attentive, generous lover, always watching my face, learning what made me gasp and squirm.
I was falling for him. Hard. In the quiet of my room at night, I’d trace the memory of his touch on my skin and feel a terrifying, wonderful joy.
One Wednesday, about two months into our secret summer, the sky turned an ugly dark-grey as we walked to the stream. The air felt charged.
“I think the storm’s coming,” Caleb said, looking up.
“We have time,” I said, pulling him down onto the blanket. I was already unbuttoning his jeans.