Cool Blogger: BARE FOOT MANIACS chuckled uneasily as Zach reached out and, with the back of his hand, brushed the hair from her pretty face. "Definitely not," she whispered, her eyes downcast, avoiding his intense gaze.
He leaned in and softly placed his lips on hers, breathing in her scent. Elizabeth raised a hand to his bare, damp chest and lightly pushed him back, away from her.
"Don't Zach," she ordered, her voice soft, meek. "It's not appropriate."
"'Not appropriate?'" he questioned, a hand moving to her hip. She squirmed slightly, as if to retreat from his touch, but his hand followed her, remaining planted firmly on her soft flank.
"If anything's not appropriate, it's this," he intoned, the forefinger of his other hand tracing lightly beneath the depraved words printed across her now-heaving chest.
"Please," she muttered. "Don't touch me like that."
"If anything's inappropriate, it's this," he repeated himself, this time with his finger tracing a soft circle around a hard nipple. He leaned in again and kissed her on the lips, more forcefully this time.
