Yulia sat on the sofa next to Lance, wondering if she would be brave enough tonight to invite him to her room. It had been a couple of days since their picnic date, and she was still recalling the feel of him under her hands, his hard chest muscles, his even harder…
She took a deep breath, turning her mind away from those sorts of thoughts, even though she was sure that she was already blushing. She had been thinking about this for the past couple of days, wondering if she should just wait until he next needed to feed to experiment instead, but was too impatient. She felt like she was on the precipice of something big; like her being intimate with Lance was symbolic of her moving on from the past and she didn’t want to wait any longer.
She
