…i could really use some nice, simple, no-strings fucking at this point in my life.
She bit back from asking how long she’d have to stand there. She knew from experience that questioning would make him start over with a firmer hand, and she had a terrible feeling he wasn’t quite done yet as it was…
She laughed feverishly, a knowing glint in her eye I knew all too well as she pulled at my hand, leading me a little further into the trees. “Scared?”