Kiss the stall owner again
From Create Your Own Story
“I should,” you agree, but you don’t move. Instead, you press another slow, teasing kiss just below her jawline, feeling the way she shudders beneath your touch. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into you, her fingers hesitating before gripping your tunic.
Finally, after a long breath, she meets your eyes. There’s embarrassment there – clear and undeniable – but something else, too. A heat she doesn’t seem to know what to do with. A war between propriety and something far more primal. You have little more time to consider it before her lips find yours, soft and searching at first, then hungrier. She sighs into you, pressing closer, as if to rid herself of the space between you entirely.
Do you:
