He leans his elbows on the table and extends his right arm to cradle the side of my face. He uses his thumb to lightly rub both of my lips until he gently pries them apart.
"You make me want."
The green smoothie in my stomach starts doing somersaults.
The hand that's cupping the side of my head pulls me forward as he does the same. Meeting together in the center of our small table. I gasp. Totally unprepared for what is happening between us right now.
He kisses me gently. Almost reverently. And when an indescribable moan comes from somewhere inside of me, the kiss becomes more aggressive. Passionate. Hungry.
I close my eyes as I free fall more deeply into the kiss, but he grips my hair in his fist. "Look at me, Ariana." Pulling my head back and forcing me to look at him.
"Don't worry. When I fuck you, you're going to forget all about whoever that was who just left here."
I laugh.
"Oh, is that funny?"
"You're not going to ever have the privilege of fucking me, son of Jack."
"Oh, it's obvious. Trust me. I'm going to be the master of the next orgasm you have. You can decide how that's going to happen. It can happen while I'm inside of you or while you're alone thinking about me in the shower."
"Then I guess I pick the shower."
"That's the wrong decision. You seem to be making a lot of those these days. It will feel so much better with me inside of you."
"I highly doubt that."
"Are you actually scared of me?"
"Yes."
"I would never hurt you."
"No, you definitely would."
"Ariana–"
"It seems as if you're missing a critical piece of information."
"What? What am I missing?"
"I don't think you'd hurt my heart–I think you'd hurt my body." I lower my voice to barely a discernible decibel level. "Stone, I'm a virgin."
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