Chapter 47

• I shift my head back so I can look her in the eye to say thank you, and to tell her she can get off me, but nothing comes out. Her eyes are locked on mine. Her mouth is parted, breathing starting to increase.
• I know I’m one second away from kissing her again, so I smile and gesture to the food that’s probably long cold. My body cooperates by grumbling noisily. “Since you went to the trouble.”
• Her eyebrows lift, her chest still rising a little too quickly, which makes it even harder to keep my eyes off the way her tits are straining against the fabric of her bra. She shakes her head a little like she’s shaking off thoughts about what we’re doing before she climbs off hastily. I feel the loss of body heat instantly and grab the blanket so I can preserve some of the warmth she shared. She’s quick to pull her sweatshirt on again, but I have just enough time to notice her toned upper body and a tiny tattoo of a butterfly on her flat stomach.