Claimed
I was sitting on his lap in such a way that my left profile was on his face side.
His proxy was making as some butterflies dancing in my belly.
I bit my lips to think how to start the conversation and this closeness was not helping either.
He touches my hand and started to examine my Heena and found the S as he asked, “this S is for me, My Queen?”
Smirking, I take my hand back and said, “nope it is for me.”
I smile internally.
He again gives me a black look. But somehow it was intimidating.
“this” he touches his finger at my head
“And this” then and touch my eyes
“this” and touch my cheeks
“this” he touches my nose
“this” he touches my lips
“this” and touched my neck
“this” he touches my shoulder and arms
“this” he touched my breast
“this” he touched
