Evgeniya
Badru’s fingertips were slowing on the bare skin of my back under our blanket, his breathing becoming shallow and even. I cracked open an eye and rested my chin on my folded hands from where I lay on his chest by the fire. His face was so serene, still with a sheen of moisture highlighting his deep golden complexion.
I was about to place a kiss on his full, parted lips when the front door opened and closed with a bang. Badru’s eyes flew open and he sat up with a startle, narrowly avoiding smacking me square in the forehead.
“Do you have any idea how hard that was?” Astennu dropped a rounded bag on the kitchen counter which I could only assume was the small turkey.
“I can see,” I knelt up on the couch I had been snuggled up on, leaning over the back and spotting his huge erecti
