“Oh fuck is right,” I managed to say several seconds later after I had caught my breath. The still panting girl nodded and jerked her right hand against her cuff. Confusion clouded her gaze for a moment, then her lips pouted.
“I wanted to brush your hair out of your eyes, Brian,” Kat said in a soft voice.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, releasing her right cuff from the strap. I started to do the same to the left, but the girl grabbed my neck with her now free hand and pulled me down into a long, deep kiss. And when the kiss broke, she smiled up at me, her eyes shining in a way that was not just lust. At least, I did not think it was just lust.
“Fuck, I’m in trouble,” I thought, the troubling notion coming unbidden as we kissed again, our tongues warring.