He just lets me loop my arms around his waist and place an open-mouthed kiss around his rib cage. His breath hitches. He’s so strong. And I just…I like him. His moods. The way he steals my jokes. How full and happy I feel with him. Why have we not done this yet? Sure, reasons, but they seem so irrelevant, when there is this needy heat pulsating inside me. He’s rock hard, too. He wants me. Half of the time, he doesn’t even bother hiding it. “Serena.”
