Chapter 17 May I?

My heart skips several beats at once. And not in the cutesy, butterflies-in-the-stomach way. No, this is the kind of beat-skipping that punches you square in the chest and makes your lungs forget how to breathe. Every memory from last night comes flooding back like a filthy little slideshow behind my eyelids. My thighs clench on instinct. My mouth is dry. My pulse is chaos.