Sure, Alex wasn't some movie star. He was just a regular guy, someone you'd pass by at work without a second thought. But to Emma, he felt… special. Comfortable, yet thrilling, like she'd known him forever but was seeing him for the first time.
She couldn't explain it. Didn't even try. All she knew was she wanted this.
For the first time in her life, she didn't overthink it. She just wanted to be with him. Like, be with him.
Slurp, slurp.
Her heart pounded as Alex kissed her, his fingers smoothly finding the zipper of her skirt. The way he moved, it was like he'd done this a hundred times—not in a creepy way, but in a way that made her melt.
Zip.
Smack.
The skirt slid down, pooling at her feet. Before Alex could glance down, Emma shoved her tongue deeper into his mouth, keeping his eyes on her.
At the same time, her fingers fumbled with her panties, trying to tug them off.
I can't let him see…
