[ Their first kiss was in a seedy brothel in the murky side of Capablanca—the memory marked by smoke, sweat and porcelain skin is hard to forget. It was out of necessity, out of their control. But it also lit an uncontrollable blaze he didn't know existed, a flame inside him that danced the longer their lips tasted and tugged at each other, every lick of fire burning his skin with an unbearable desire for more.
... Now's really not the time to be thinking about that! HORMONES, STOP.
But as he watches her lips glisten and mouth those two words, his own thoughts wear him down, and her earnest offer and expectant eyes dispose of his inhibitions. ]
1/2
... Now's really not the time to be thinking about that! HORMONES, STOP.
But as he watches her lips glisten and mouth those two words, his own thoughts wear him down, and her earnest offer and expectant eyes dispose of his inhibitions. ]