20 - Felicity

Shawn's lips press against me. I hold my breath. Then I feel the tip of his tongue on my heated skin. I gasp.

He's... licking me?

Now I'm even more embarrassed. And not just that. I feel exposed.

Vulnerable.

"Not there," I tell Shawn as I push him away halfheartedly.

He meets my gaze. "Why not?"

"It.. doesn't feel right," I answer.

I know I took a shower just minutes ago and I don't have any diseases, but it still feels... dirty. It feels like something I shouldn't be asking any man to do, much less this man.

Shawn's eyebrows furrow. "You mean it doesn't feel good?"

Did it? I was too nervous to notice.

"It's not that. It just feels.. " I pause as I struggle to find the right word, or at least a better word than what I'm thinking.

"Dirty?" Shawn plucks it out of my mind.

I look at him in surprise. How did he know?

He grins in amusement and I feel even more confused. Is he making fun of me?

Then he takes my hand. After he kisses my palm reverently, he looks into my eyes, his gaze tender