Marked by fate
Why isn’t she pushing him away?
“He’s flicking her bean,” Evie yells, laughing so hard she nearly doubles over.
I blink at her, completely lost. Maybe those shots back at the dorm weren’t a good idea. I still have no idea what she’s talking about.
Briar takes pity on me. “He’s touching her clit,” she says, leaning closer so I can hear. “You know—stimulating her.”
She laughs when my face must make it obvious I still don’t understand. Then she leans in even closer, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, “If you rub your finger over your clit, it will feel good, and if you keep going, you’ll orgasm.”
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