Emrys
Watching her eat was like the first ray of sunlight on my face. Or at least what I remembered to feel like. It warmed my skin, made me feel at peace with the world. And it was hot. Every time her lips parted, and she placed food on her tongue was like she was stroking her hand over my c**k.
I shifted across the table from her. Not hiding my mounting desire but just so I wasn’t pressed so uncomfortable against my zipper. It wasn’t like she could see under the table anyway and even if she could I wasn’t sure I cared.
I had bared my soul to her only a few hours ago. I had told her I had very real feelings for her. and everything I had said was true. Even if part of me wished I hadn’t mentioned anything. It had been in the heat of the moment kind of thing. I had wanted to be ho
