We shouldn't be doing this...

LESLIE’S POV “I can have you screaming my name in ways you've never considered, honey.” Oh, I've considered that alright. But I was too mad to let his words travel down my stomach where I would feel funny things. Why was he acting like such an older brother? And still not one, at the same time? I hated it. I hated it so f*cking much. After my mother scolded me for letting a boy touch me and for talking rudely to Wade, she gave me a lecture on s*x and babies that I swear I could have lived life happily without knowing. I counted the seconds until Wade would come in to sleep. Surprisingly, he knocked on the door. I turned the other way just before he opened the door. “Leslie,” he called softly. I ignored him. I didn’t want to talk to him right now. I was pissed and I didn’t trust myself enough not to angry cry at how frustrating he was. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. “Leslie, look, I’m sorry, okay? I probably shouldn’t have acted the way I did,” he said, “But I’m not sorry for stopping yo