THEODORE COHEN
"You will seriously be the death of me." I groaned as Winter kissed the bare skin of my neck. Her sweet, moist lips made my skin tingle.
"I wouldn't want to cause your death, maybe I should just stop then," Winter spoke, gently making her last kiss on my skin burn and linger. She sat up straight with her hands on my exposed chest. She must have caught my dismay because she cracked a grin, displaying her perfect pearl white teeth "We still have to shower." She then notified me, her expression giving none of her thoughts away.
"What are you thinking about?" I sought; my brows furrowed while my hand led to stroke her cheek "What's running through that charming, little head of yours?" Once more, her features gave nothing away. Winter only glanced at me with her lips tugging u
