He steps into the loo and I worrying as he extends his hand for the towel. He lifts it off and brings my finger closer to his face, analyzing it. “I’m sorry I harm you,” he says.
I shake my head. “You didn’t damage me. It was once my very own fault… and it was once really worth it.”
When he glances up at me, he appears horrified, however then the appear disappears and he lifts my hand to his lips. He places a tender kiss on my finger and then moves his mouth downward to kiss my hand. He continues to make a direction of kisses across my forearm and all the way to the crook of my arm, and then turns upward, showering my pores and skin in succulent kisses until he reaches the pinnacle of my shoulder. He offers it an affectionate suck and his tongue rolls out alongside my skin. The sensation
