“Nathan, I don’t know.”
“You want to, don’t you?” He gave me that smile that I can’t say no to. I don’t think anyone can. “How old are you?”
“I’m eighteen. I didn’t expect my birthday kiss to include tongue. You surprised me.”
“Yeah, I know.” He shifted closer to me, pulling me under his arm like he’d been doing since I was little. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent that was all Nathan. His lips brushed over the top of my ear, and it made me shiver.
“What if we get caught?”
“They’ll die of heart failure.”
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