Chapter 43

#Chapter 43

I make sure to rest my injured wrist on her shoulder so that it is not squished between our bodies.

That would be a painful start to the summer.

I kiss her back only to have her immediately deepen it.

Hmm.

She tastes like popsicles.

I can't help but wonder when did she have time to eat a popsicle?

The two of us practically make out for two minutes straight.

Our lips gliding against each other in a loving manner.

Our lungs burning with delight.

As Farrah and I are mid kiss I jump away a bit as I feel something warm slowly trailing up my thigh.

I attempt to pull away from her so that I can take a look at the object only for her to pull me in even tighter, refusing to let go of me.

What is going on?

/"Farrah/" I barely get out in between kisses

The ash blonde haired girl ignores me.