“Ouch, that hurts!” she moaned, her voice–tainted, coming forth like a broken whisper, far from how she had reacted to the hurt in her head.
“My bad. I’ll go gentle.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze. But she was too stunned by everything to look back.
“Gentle?”She felt bashful of herself for letting him read the green lights from her body’s reaction to his finger's contact with his skin. Her inner body tingled with his commanding, pleasant smell. His masculine breath caressed her neck as he bent to fix the necklace hooks perfectly.
“What’s tomorrow’s Date?” He asked rhetorically while at his job. “Oh, I guess it’s a due date for you and me.” He breathes, slowing into her ears.
Her feminine core alarmed in a swift response, causing her shoulders to shiver for a second, but not no
