Wren raked her nails across Lucas’s back, and he grabbed her hips, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he stumbled to the couch with her in his lap. It was some time before they came up for air. Wren’s lips were raw from kissing. They were still clothed, though Wren had contemplated undoing Lucas’s drawstring a thousand times. Wren buried her face in the curve of Lucas’s neck and sighed into it, resting for a moment.
oh my days i feel like i'm taking in too many intimate moments today. this cannot be good for my health.
