My hands travel across her soft skin, memorizing every inch of her body, my nerves drowned out by marijuana. I could tell she was as nervous as me, even though I played this moment in my head a million times. Her eyes never leave mine as she undresses me, my body aching for her touch. I kiss down her chest, her hands gripping my hair as she moans my name. Rated Ꭱ for sexual content, language, and violence. Read at your own risk. {Book 1} © 2/12/16 By the way this really sucks, the sequel is better, but still, this was my first story, so it's more of practice. Sorry 😐