he moved slowly , kissing me with every lick of his tongue , like he was savoring me . he 's still playing catch-up with his portfolio for the creative writing class but i think he 's almost there , '' i explain . we 're in the woods now , walking on the path that 's so familiar . if the beasts hunted by scent or sight , he 'd wanted to do his best to convince the hunters that the girl was with him . he took hold of me and steered me into the library . 