Chapter 8

  Debbie.

  He spread my thighs further, my shirt curled up in a small pile below my abdomen.

  Then, I saw him leaning down.

  Wait, was he—

  "Stop," I said before I could register the word.

  He paused, arching his brow questioningly.

  "I… I… I don't think I want us to… uhm, that's…" I stuttered...

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