“All right. What do you say we go up to my room? No one’s here but us, and—” I glanced at the clock on the wall. “We’ve got a couple of hours before your parents get home and you have to leave.”
“It’ll just be Mom. Dad’s working late.”
“Again?” I bit my lip. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Although it was true. Mr. Morgan had been working longer and longer hours.
“You have a valid point, though. He said his team is working on a major project and—Y’know what? Never mind him.” Den went up on tiptoe, furrowed his hands through my hair, and dragged my head down to his. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, and helplessly, I obeyed. He ran his tongue over my lips, and then dipped past my teeth and teased my tongue.