Are you trying to make up for lost time, missing
romantic experiences? Does it bother you so much
that Ami saw you as a complete innocent, bother you
enough to cause you to surrender yourself so quickly
and completely? What are you trying to prove, Celeste
Atwell? Do you really believe that one experience like
this will make you just as sophisticated as all those
other girls at the private school?
I almost laughed aloud when / heard myself
think,
Are you going to respect yourself in the
morning?
"We shouldn't do this so fast," I offered weakly
as Trevor shifted his body to place himself between
my legs.
"It won't be fast," he whispered, his lips
touching my ear. That tingled too.
Everywhere he touched me and kissed me, even
breathed on me, lit up as though my body were filled
with thousands of tiny candles and he had the power
to light them. I was glowing, illuminated as brightly
as a star or the moonli
ght that had drawn me to my
window and hypnotized me so quickly.
I heard him unwrap something and started to sit
up. "No," he said. "Don't ruin the moment." "Trevor," I uttered, my voice shaking weakly.
He was at me again.
"I really love you, Celeste," he said, and began
to enter me.
Yes, I was tight, and at the start it threatened to