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"You're drunk," she says quietly, pushing her fork back down into the pie It cole cherry on it I watch fascinated as her pink tongue darts out for a tiny taste before it disappears into her mouth

"Whatvery thick and heavy from the alcohol

"You're lurching all over the place and you smell like a distillery," she says in a bland voice, which leads me to believe she's not offended by it

"You shouldn't be walking around the house dressed like that" My eyes rake down the side of her body I can't tell if her nipples are still hard, because her ar

"Nothing you haven't seen before," she returns in a bored voice, and I realize in this moment she doesn't care one bit if I still find her attractive She's not affected by me the way I am over her, and that chafes just a bit

Gracen covers the pie, which tellsdown But the alcohol in me doesn't want this little encounter in a dark kitchen to end Especially when I just spent the last several hours at a party being absolutely tempted by no one because they weren't Gracen Moore

My hand wraps around her wrist and I pull her arm away from her body She's forced to turn and face low of the light fro ready to discuss a grocery list with her

I take her other wrist in my free hand and slowly stretch both her arms outward and away fro to stay pinned on those nipples, which are indeed quite visible against the thin cotton of her T-shirt, but I let aze continue

Down past the short edge of her tee, which reveals the sinal white panties covering her pussy

My mouth waters at the sweetness I know rests just beneath thatdown on Gracen I could seriously fuck her with ue for hours on end and be quite satisfied with just her moans and cries Of course, I seeenerous with herto dissuade my hard-on

I sweep my eyes back up until they lock with hers Her ione, and in its place is wariness

"Done looking?" she asks quietly

Never

"What's aslightly "You walk around dressed like that, I' to look"

"I didn't realize you'd co herself

"And here I am" I step in a little closer to her, and I'h wits that I notice her sudden intake of breath

I stare down at her Face so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at it sometimes I've dreamed of that face Just her face Sometimes just her nose Or her lips

Gracen has never faded from my memory no matter how much I'd wished she had over the years She was my first real love

My only, for that matter

What ifwhat if I just kissed her? Just once A sivable, right?

I zero in on her lips, both full and generous, with the lower slightly plumper than the upper I've bitten that lip countless times, and she always loved it

I pull on her wrists, make her take a step closer to ue swipes her bottom lip, and fuckis that an invitation?

She's practically stepped intoher lips and half naked Yeah, she wants this too

My head dips without any thought, tilting to the side for the perfect angle

Just one fucking taste

I'h I can feel her breath on my mouth

"I kept your daughter a secret from you," Gracen says, her voice laced with bitterness "You hate me Remember?"