That’s what made me mad, more than anything else
. .
Point Of View. “Hmm, no wedding band,” he said, before his lips made contact with her skin, shooting an invisible bolt of electricity down to that dark place between her legs. Her small hand came up to clutch at her shirt, an involuntary action as it pulled the material away from her body — the hardened nipple suddenly lost — the bump of her piercing no longer visible in the bunched up t-shirt material
That’s what made me mad, more than anything else
. .
Point Of View. “Hmm, no wedding band,” he said, before his lips made contact with her skin, shooting an invisible bolt of electricity down to that dark place between her legs. Her small hand came up to clutch at her shirt, an involuntary action as it pulled the material away from her body — the hardened nipple suddenly lost — the bump of her piercing no longer visible in the bunched up t-shirt material
That’s what made me mad, more than anything else
. .
Point Of View. “Hmm, no wedding band,” he said, before his lips made contact with her skin, shooting an invisible bolt of electricity down to that dark place between her legs. Her small hand came up to clutch at her shirt, an involuntary action as it pulled the material away from her body — the hardened nipple suddenly lost — the bump of her piercing no longer visible in the bunched up t-shirt material