C57 Chapter fifty seven

I didn’t know what I had done to deserve more heat. I would intentionally be naughty every day if that's what I would get for breaking a promise.

“You want to rip my jeans? Don’t you?” I said, clutching Desmond’s hand on my thigh.

“I want to tear your panties to shreds, too. My wishes would shock you. The question is, would you let me?” Desmond pinched my bottom