Mac

Chapter 22: Mac

Klein let me guide him. He let me teach him and taste him. He even let me flick the tip of my tongue against his damp lips. When he gasped in shock, I was ready to take the kiss deeper, to see just how far he would let me push him, to figure out if he was willing.

Only once things heated up and got damp and messy, Klein must've come to his senses. He put his hands on my chest and pushed me back with enough force I toppled off the piano bench and landed on the floor with a thud. I laughed up at him as he climbed to his feet and loomed over me in what I’m sure he thought was a threatening way.