I started kissing him back like it was the most natural thing to do as his hands began a slow travel down the curves of my body. My mind struggled as it juggled the pleasure of Hayden’s passionate kiss with my own thoughts. I wondered what he meant when he said that he was thinking of me. What was Hayden thinking about or was it all just a figure of speech?
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly after he broke our kiss.
My mind was already quite hazy, and I was panting hard as I stared up at his curious blue eyes that were looking down at me. Hayden was asking me the same question that I had just asked him before, and I found that a little funny.
“You…I was thinking of what you’re really thinking…” I replied honestly.
“Do you really want to know?” Hayden asked and I wasn’t sure if he was serious or if he was just teasing me.
