I don't have the word "awkwardness" in my dictionary.
I'm the one who looks into your eyes while you're talking. And then he slowly turns his gaze to your lips. And he doesn't look away.
I don't know how to be boring. I can be too sexy, too passionate, too sensitive.
I'm the spark that either ignites or everything goes to hell.
I love it when the usual tenderness is replaced by pressure. His breathing becomes short, hoarse, and ragged, as if after a long race. My teeth scratch my shoulder a little — not to the point of pain, but to goosebumps that run in waves over my skin.
A GUARANTEE OF HEALTH is a regular check for STDs.