“Sweetheart, I am in dire need of a proper kiss tonight…”, Tarzan pleaded as Dana rested her temple against his breast. Primarily, he was meant to have left after the little celebration due to early engagements the following day, but he’d failed to get himself to leave and decided on an early morning instead.
Many of her friends were in attendance; that admiration you feel when you watch the one you love being warm and homely, drove Tarzan insane with longing, he too needed to feel that warmth. In treading softly, he was allowed to hug and embrace, his hands and lips had caught the incurable virus of stroking and brushing her skin and thankfully, Dana had learned to live with it. That was about it though, the kind of time that she had bargained for required that he tamed his passion, knot
