QUOTE : fucking concerned about taking advantage of me. Hear this . . . you’re not, Jayme. I want you, I want this.” I kiss her lips softly, gently sipping at her. She tastes of salt, and a hint of that grass smoothie still, but I don’t care anymore. I’d drink a hundred of those things if I could kiss her. When our lips part, she sighs, a sound not of resignation but of happiness . . . of acceptance. “I want you too,” she whispers. “I want this, Carson.