Chapter 13
- He kissed me. It was too much tongue and too little lip. There was nothing erotic about it. He moaned into my mouth; he seemed to be enjoying it, at least. I let him stand there, moving his slippery tongue against my own in the freezing cold. He pulled away and grinned with sickening confidence.
- “So, you like pussy, huh?” he asked.
- I blinked up at him. “Excuse me?”