Back to life. Back to reality. Back to work, but this time, a little less for one of the duo.
Life should be more rosy now. The world has been on Naomi’s shoulders until she made a no-turning-back decision to dance the world off her shoulders.
Dance her shoulder off? How about the things Ethan's touch did to her? The electrifying touch from the Billionaire.
The soft neck kisses that had been permanently installed in her head? Nah. She was missing all of those.
Especially now that she is plying the route of endless emotional trickery, the simultaneous feeling of needing love and affection at a time, and in a snap, it becomes cravings for fried shark, roasted lion skin, etc, an endless list of unthinkable edibles, any flesh can think of.
The trauma that accompanies gestation is secon
