Kimbra
I hum against Duncan's mouth as he kisses me outside my apartment door. With my suitcase on the floor, his large hands hold me close, one splayed behind my waist as the other one tugs my loose braid, moving my head to his desire.
Ever since he said he wants to try for more, I can't seem to wrap my head around the thought. My mind is filled with questions. What does that mean? Are we really dating? What did he mean by a metaphoric dog? What the hell is a metaphoric dog?
"W-what..." My question is lost to a whimper as he nips my lower lip.
His hard body presses against mine, and we fall against the door, rattling it on its hinges.
"Are you going to invite me in?" His green eyes lock on mine, while each of his words rumble deep into my core. They're velvet—soft yet covered with
