can walk off this ride looking a little tousled. How does that sound?” She flushes, cheeks bright pink, just like her parted lips. Her body hums in my hands, and the surrounding air is downright electric. “Sounds good,” she whispers. “You tell me if there’s something you don’t like, okay?” I slide my palm over her elbow, wanting nothing more than to give her pleasure after the earlier altercation made her crumble. She went from vibrant and happy to locked down and wounded.
