She took a glance too, and then back to him, all insecurity was replaced now by some nervousness, that was deep within her, as deep as the feeling of belonging, here, with him.
`` Fuck, aight. Grand. I mean—— We can just go to the bed? ´´
right away ,
he shook his head at her questions .
teeth showing behind a smile .
❝ I liked it ,
almost too much . ❝
viljar glanced down ,
between their bodies ,
but just as quickly ,
he looked back at her .
She was taken by surprise once he made her stop.
And looked at those eyes.
She swallowed hard.
〝 Did I do anything wrong? Didn't you like it? 〞
She asked, genuinely.
own skull ,
by the stitches ,
he stretched it further ,
to the side .
and large palms ,
they settled by her sides there ,
a small nudge ,
to make her stop ,
only so ,
he could catch her eyes ,
with own .
Aislin is focused on feeling him, on being the one to make him feel something, and she tries to do just that———--with those kisses that trace the marks around his neck, on tiptoe, caressing his arms.