" Hehโ " Tension. That word alone would describe every momment. " I've been wanting to this entire time. " Infact if he was honest, he had wanted it since he crawled out of bed with her the last time. Putting his real hand carefully on one cheek, thumb brushing it gently.
Her gaze was fixed on him, movements slow, measured. The sort of movement she usually reserved for a fight. She was coiled, wound tight and full of tension. โMaybe I got tired of waiting for you to decide you wanted to be in my bed again?โ โWe all have needs.โ