You realize you're an idiot.

[Said simply against her neck as he nips her again.]

I'm a teenage boy. I'm generally thinking about sex ninety-nine percent of the day. I wind up having 'alone time' more than once a day. I was already trying not to think about things before you wagged your tail in my face.

[His hands slid up the back of her shirt, a soft sigh let out as he felt skin.]

I don't want to calm down. I want to hear you say that word again.