[ The grip on his neck is almost too much, and the little prudent voice telling him that they should take this somewhere else is nearly outmatched. He takes in a sharp breath when she pulls back- and again he resists his baser instincts to pull her close again. His eyes soften and flicker from her gaze to the line of her neck and back, and he shivers; his fingers linger over her waist, continuing to so gently press their hold. ]
I can be convinced to be sick.
[ Clay can’t look away from the new expression in her eyes. His other hand pushes into her hair, threading some of it back from the delicate line of sweat on her hairline. Fuck me- ]
Or I would need escort you home, if you’d rather fall suddenly ill.
no subject
I can be convinced to be sick.
[ Clay can’t look away from the new expression in her eyes. His other hand pushes into her hair, threading some of it back from the delicate line of sweat on her hairline. Fuck me- ]
Or I would need escort you home, if you’d rather fall suddenly ill.