Freya’s pov
I looked at Andrew, who smiled while looking at me. “You seem happy,” I said, and he just shrugged at this. “Yes, I am really happy,” he said, and he kissed me once again.
I lay in his arms, his entire body pressed against mine, but I wanted more.
I needed more, but it felt like all this fabric was getting in the way.
When he pulled away, I looked at him, and he still had that grin on his face.
In this moment, unlike the last time, I didn’t feel embarrassed or scared at all.
I didn’t care about what this meant or the fact that I let him take control.
I just let myself melt in his arms and enjoyed the moment.
I love it, the way he leaves wet kisses around my neck.
The way he bites my lower lip when kissing me.
The way he moves his tongue in my mouth.
I love it
