I'll post the first half here because why not.
Janna sat on her edge of the lunch table, head on palms eyeing Marco who sat with his friends on the other side of the cafeteria. The two pretty much had hit it off since Marco kissed her lips weeks prior but had decided to keep it on the down-low to avoid attention. Easier said than done. She'd be sitting with him, right there on his lap. She sighed in frustration.>"Everyone looked what I found in the lost and found!"
It was Jackie. She waved around a magazine before tossing on the table. It unraveled to reveal it's true colors: Cosmopolitan Magazine. Janna grimaced and turned her gaze back to Marco.>"It's got some trashy stuff in it that you guys have to see. This part, this part!">"How to know if your guy has mouth game? Read it aloud for us Jackie!"
Janna twisted in her seat. Was this God playing tricks on her? The memory of said Marco kissing her was still very vibrant in her mind. The way his tongue moved, the kisses he left between her thighs, his gentle hums, the way he slid deeper when she wrapped her legs around his head. The warm fuzzy feeling came back to her belly and the heat swallowing her body. It drove her crazy, and Jackie reading trashy smut wasn't going to help.>"Janna? Are you okay? You look like you're about to throw up.">"No, I'm fine. Just read your magazine Jackie, I'm getting pretty bored."
Shit, Janna screamed in her mind. Block her out, just focus on Marco.>"Alright. There are many ways to tell if your lover's tongue is on point or not ranging from tests involving algebra, physics, statistics, psychology and so on. However, this is not a science manual and we dive into the nitty-gritty with a test of our own: the way he eats food."
Blocking Jackie wasn't working, Janna's eyes focused on Marco. In his hand a fuzzy pink Georgian peach. Oh no.