Tell me somethin’ you do that would shock me.”
She sits back on the couch. “Shock you?”
“Yeah. Shock me to the core.”
She sits up on her knees and leans toward me. “I’ve thought about you, Carlos,” she whispers in my ear.
“At night, in bed. I think about kissing you, our tongues sliding against each other’s, while your hands are buried in my hair. When I think about feeling those ripples in
your naked chest I touch my—”
“Here’s more popcorn!” Westford says, barging into the room with two big bowls filled to the
rim with freshly popped popcorn. “Kiara, what are you doing?

Author: Simone Elkeles