Thirty Two

I gulp, still standing still. And now I don't know if it's weird or I want this man to grab both of my breasts.

Liam seems to be reading my mind, as I feel his hands gently ascending my body as I remain still.

As Liam's hand nears my breast, my breathing becomes erratic, and all my head wants is for his hand to seize it in its entirety.

Like hurry up.

I am already sobering up, and I honestly do not want to.

As his hands finally approach and he presses his touch across the softness of my breast, I feel tingling in my toenails.

The room is very silent, and I also sucked my bottom lip in quietly.

Liam and I don't have any relationship that qualifies us for sex; we're just doing this marriage thing for the sake of the media, and while we kissed in public, I don't think it qualifies us for sex. We don't need any passes right now, do we? We're young, energetic, and... sexually active.

Is it the alcohol, or is it something else? I don't want to get sober for whatever reason.

Whatever is hap