Elijah
"Stop staring at me Elijah, and focus on kneading your dough," Sophia said while mixing the dough with her fern-like hands and getting some of the powdery flour on her temples as well, when she removed her stray hair strands out of her face now and then.
"Why? I thought you liked being stared at when I kissed you. When I fondle you and when I thrust you deep and hard, making you scream in the bed. You loved having my eyes on you all the time."
Her cheeks quickly tinged pink, and her breathing quickened before she hastily put her dough-stained hands on my mouth.
"Elijah! Stop it and I never did that."
"What? Scream in bed or enjoy having my undivided attention?"
"Stop speaking when I have my hands on your mouth!" She hissed, still embarrassed, making herself look edible.
