@acardiacqueen Regina turned enough within the soft embrace to return the kiss fully, gently, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺- if only for a moment.
𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒.
The brunette reached a hand upward to stroke a few feather-soft fingers across Heather’s jawline.
Quietly, “Did you expect any different?”
@acardiacqueen Masked beneath the thin dressings of her nightgown, Mills’ skin softly quivered at the sensation of those fingertips. And the most tender of goose-flesh skittered across the place below those blush lips.
Regina breathed out, chest falling; a soft sigh of winsome.
“My Heart.”
-Slips under waves of cool, floral-patterned sheets & covers, lithe arms encircling @HeartfulHope in a well practiced manner- not to disturb, but comfort. In seconds Mills’ senses are filled with the littlest of heavy breaths, & the scent of lavender soap. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.-