*Michael*
I shouldn't have said it, but damn, it's hard not to want to devour her mouth when she's passionate about everything in her life. I watch her turn red and nod jerkily, before she mumbles something about getting back to work.
Then she gathers her students around her like a goose, her goslings… or perhaps a knight in his armor. I have unnerved her, which wasn't my intention. Yet, I feel the need to at least confirm that I'm drawn to her.
Does she truly think that men attending the ball aren't going to want a taste of that luscious mouth? That any gent in her company isn't wondering what it might be like to press his lips to hers, urge them to part, and slide his tongue inside to fully know the velvety confines within and the taste of her?
If my thoughts continue on this path,
