’ what did you do? ‘
restraint floored, his teeth unload a single layer left
loose, the red one he’s lousy at locking up.
he tips over the rail, ankles swept and dangling high for
half a breath, and then he grounds hard.so much for a dinner in peace.
she’s blanched.
derek probes at her collar bone to unzip the armour-crusted leather
before he’s kneeing flush with the parquet, ripe scarlet unpeeling to
touch.’ at least get inventive.
most of it’s yours. ‘
and there it was much like she excepted, that tone of his
she’s all to familiar with. her head lulls to the side as he
peels at her clothes, features wrinkling in discomfort as it
pulls sensitive skin. ’ said it doesn’t matter, i’m fine. ’
she was painfully aware that most of it was hers.
‘ really now? i never would of guessed. ‘
lips curve into a brief smile as her gaze drifts into the kitchen,
following the scent of what must be dinner.
‘ hey —- it smells good. ‘