[ How was he supposed to protest something like that? He was clearly thinking about it too hard, backing himself against the door frame instead of through it. That was enough to give them more than a little contact, Mista unable to keep from pulling her up against him.
Shit. Oh shit. She was pressed against him and she was crying and she was hot like this. She was supposed to be a little sister type, wasn't she? He'd encouraged her before to be more positive, to accept that she wasn't just someone in the background and now he couldn't stop staring at her tits.
[ He could have moved away from the wall, continued into the bedroom but instead he found himself reaching up to touch her face and pull his thumb over her lower lip. He felt his breath catching in his throat, staring down at her with a deep flush spreading over his cheeks. ]
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Shit. Oh shit. She was pressed against him and she was crying and she was hot like this. She was supposed to be a little sister type, wasn't she? He'd encouraged her before to be more positive, to accept that she wasn't just someone in the background and now he couldn't stop staring at her tits.
Fuck, Mista, don't call them tits? Boobs? Breasts? Fuck, FUCK! ]
You know that I've never...uh...you know, right?
[ He could have moved away from the wall, continued into the bedroom but instead he found himself reaching up to touch her face and pull his thumb over her lower lip. He felt his breath catching in his throat, staring down at her with a deep flush spreading over his cheeks. ]