The foreign sensation scared the shit out of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the connection. Not yet. Juli and I had kissed before, but it had always been rough and primal. This kiss was different. Thinking back to the days when I was young and naïve, when I believed in love, when I thought I loved Natalie, it had never felt like this. Just as I began to realize I needed to pull away, I was pushed. Hard. “What the fuck was that?” Juli asked while gently ghosting two perfectly manicured fingers across her flawless lips. Her clear, pale green eyes were wide with bewilderment. “Fuck if I know.” What I did know was that my dick was hard enough to hit one out of the park. “We shouldn’t do this,” she said, trying to regain some sense of control. “Why not?” She looked at me as if considering my question, and then looked past me as if trying to find an answer other than the one she’d come up with. Returning her gaze to me, she said, “Fuck if I know.” Reaching past her, I flipped the lock on the door and then pressed the button on the media panel built into the wall to draw all of the blinds closed.
