brows drawing down in surprise as he registers what she's done. her mouth tastes like salt, like liquor, and he can feel the desperation in every breath she takes against his lips.
was this the plan all along? does it even matter?
when they pull away for breath, he slips a hand around the nape of her neck, keeping her still. )
no subject
brows drawing down in surprise as he registers what she's done. her mouth tastes like salt, like liquor, and he can feel the desperation in every breath she takes against his lips.
was this the plan all along? does it even matter?
when they pull away for breath, he slips a hand around the nape of her neck, keeping her still. )
Where's your bedroom?