Nik
Haven perched on the edge of her desk, slowly pulling off her shirt. She dropped it to the ground, and it flowed like liquid, pooling next to her feet. “Nik?” She smiled at me as she stood up, taking a few steps closer. Pushing out of the chair she had sat me in when I came in, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me. “Nik.” I love the way my name sounds coming from her lips. I kissed her gently at first before moving my mouth to her jaw, her neck, her chest. “Nik!”
Blinking rapidly, I focused on Haven. “Yeah?”
“Have you been paying attention?” Her dark eyes were narrowed at me, and a deep blush crept up my neck.
“Yes, of course. I - you were telling me about... About the history of...” I racked my brain, trying to think of what I was even here to learn about.
