And his stubble. It continues down his throat and I just want to rub my face all over it. Feel it against my cheek, redden my skin on it. And does the golden stubble mean he’s got golden body hair, too? Everywhere?
I squirm.
“He seems fine. He can’t put weight on the ankle, but he can move it, so it’s not broken. And he says it’s not getting worse.” Isak looks at me, catching me checking him out, and his wide mouth spreads in a wide smile, his own eyes doing a bit of exploration of their own, trailing down my chest, lingering on my sweater as though it’s the first time he’s really noticed it, then continuing down my legs. When his gaze returns to my face, his smile widens even more, and his eyes twinkle and shine, spreading tingles all through my body.
My knight in shining armor is not
