"Steven?" I asked.

 

His hand still cocooned mine. "Yes, Winter?"

 

"Did you ever think about...?"

 

He turned onto his side, so his chest was so close it grazed my tender nipples. When he spoke, I felt his breath against my lips. "Think about what, Winter?"

 

I couldn't ignore the throb between my legs. I couldn't fight it any longer. I barely had to move to kiss him, and that's just what I did. Or did he kiss me? We moved for each other's mouths simultaneously, opening to one another. His tongue swept mine into a frenzy as we gave in to the desire my mother had forbidden.

 

She must be spinning in her grave.