Every breath carried him.
Every beat of her heart sounded like his words.
The human body is a landscape worth getting lost in and she realized with a kind of fearful clarity, she was already getting lost.
That night, sleep didn’t come easily. She tossed and turned, her body restless, her mind replaying everything. She imagined his hands, steady but strong, holding the brush, moving with control. She imagined the way he looked at her, how his gaze had burned without a single touch. And she finally imagined those hands grabbing her thighs and pulling her up to the wall for a French kiss.
"Ohhhh...Damien..."She moaned as she grabbed her boobs with both hands.
"Lena! what's wrong with you?"She thought as she freed her boobs and forced herself to sleep believing it was all a fantasy that
