And damn isn't it weird and romantic at the same time? I never knew having someone's fluids smeared on me is a romantic thing. But it is. Just ignore how weird it feels for the first few seconds.
Then after that, you'll feel instant relief as you feel his hot breath fanning across your skin. And then suddenly you want a bigger wound because damn smaller ones healed too fast.
He knew I was liking it. Because he was giving me a look on his face before he gave my palm one last lick. I had to look away and try not to blush harder than I already am.
And so we wasted an hour with him staring at me most of the time while I feel sparks at our physical contact and proximity. Although Alastor is lovely, he's been staring at me long enough that I can feel my face heating up.
In a split second, Al
