Melissa Seraphon.
Dimitrio stands back from the table, his breaths is still heavy and his body glistens with a sheen of sweat. He reaches for his discarded belt and deftly threads it through the loops of his trousers. As he buckles it, the metallic clink of the belt's clasp echoes softly in the room.
On the other hand, I remain on the table. My chest is still rising and falling as I catch my breath. When I glance up at Dimitrio, he is already looking at me. Therefore, the intensity of his gaze makes me feel exposed, yet cherished--as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world. I cannot help but blush, and shy away.
Seeing it, Dimitrio's lips curls into a smile. And after, he chuckles—it is a deep resonance filling the space with a rich, comforting sound. I don’t know if it
