*Faye*
Sitting in a rocking chair, cradling a sleeping infant left on the foundling doorstep a month ago, I relax into the rhythmic motion, allowing my mind to wander. Since the kiss in the garden four nights ago, my thoughts have been consumed not just by lips, but by every aspect of a man's mouth.
I hadn't anticipated a kiss to hold such depth. Somerdale's chapped lips remained tightly sealed, akin to a she-wolf's corset. I hadn't even considered entering his mouth, but now it's all I can think about.
Three of Somerdale's teeth overlap, giving him an endearing grin. I imagine kissing him as Hunter had kissed me. I would appreciate the little imperfections, just as I admired Hunter's perfections. His disciplined teeth, perfectly aligned, mirrored his own disciplined nature.
Until now,
