Mischievous man. Extremely so. Who would've thought?
So Erik was right after all? Why do I have the feeling he's smirking somewhere in his island for no reason at all right about now?
Oh, one hundred percent. Plenty of benefits.
Did he just give his game away? Oh, he totally did. Do I care? Nope. Any excuse to make my favorite Professor in the world happy is good for me.
Strangely enough, /keeping him silent/ won't be the goal here. In fact, I'm /expecting/ things will turn into a delicious symphony.
I'll get his mouth busy later, then. I have... plenty to do so. No secrets will slip out. Promise. Maybe I'll even make him forget what was there to begin with.
Definitely not. That's why it's good to keep his mouth occupied... Wait...
(Slow smirk.)
(Groan.)
Right. Public. Dammit!
(Still staring at those lips...)
Her intrigue in his collection was something that warmed his heart as he peered over her shoulder to skim the words on the page absently.
"Quite a good choice. I have some other first editions I keep tucked away, too. Just for us."
"Dorian Gray," I replied with a low hum of satisfaction, his aftershave instantly wrapping around me.
"I was talkin' a look at tha literature section. So many classics. Maybe o' them are /first edition/."
I leaned back into his arms, eyes closing to relish in his hold.
Heaven.
He doesn't need to be told twice, instantly sliding in beside her and pulling her flush to his chest with a peck behind her ear.
"What have you got there?"
Art needs to be lived and breathed as well. It doesn't need to be unattainable by any stretch of the word.
So… why admire it when he can join me? It's one of his books anyway. And… well, I'm only just now wearing this dress.