Chapter 15
I was like a rabid wildebeest. My hands were going places they probably shouldn't belong, but the kid smelled like strawberries and I wanted to lick him.
He struggled to get away from my death grip, but I held on tight and licked him on the neck. He shivered and instead of returning the favor, he tickled me.
I let go and grimaced. "Why did you do that?"
"I want to take it slow." He stroked my face and I wrinkled my nose.
"Are you kidding me?"
"I want you to feel respected and cherished."
Shit, I was more of a boy then he was.
I stood up. "Out you go!"
"Why? I don't have to get home until..."
I pulled him off the couch. "Bye, kid."
Before I could push him out the door, he pulled me close to him and kissed me hard. "I'll pick you up for school tomorrow morning."
"Huh?" I was feeling light headed.
"Your truck is a death trap."
What the fuck?