*Madelyn*
I'm acutely aware of the tension in Bryant as he stands behind me, his hand resting heavily on my shoulder, his thumb grazing the nape of my neck. I wonder if he's even aware of the constant stroking.
Leo has already moved on to using the oils. I wonder how many afternoons I'll be forced to endure this heaven and this hell. It's strange to find myself intrigued by my mate, to want to know so much more about him. In particular, how he can act as though the intimacy of talking and later kissing had never happened, when it's all I can think about.
Suddenly, I feel the brush of his fingers over my cheek as he captures the errant strands that had once again worked their way free of my pins.
"They never seem to stay caught," I say, wishing I didn't sound so breathless.
"They say
