The freckles dusting her cheeks that he’d so pleasantly found dotting her stomach as well. The ample curves of her backside and her breasts unbound and outlined in her thin nightgown, taunting him as she prepared something for them to eat. He could still feel those soft curves. Still taste her, every inch. Still hear her breathe his name. The feel of her teeth snagging on his bottom lip, her nails dragging down his back, his hands on her hips, pulling her closer—
This is about enough for me could do without everything else
