I groan and try to shift, but the weight resting firmly on top of me prevents me from doing anything except looking down to figure out what’s going on. Last night comes back to me as Temperance tilts her head up so that I can study her features.
Her brow, cheekbones and jaw line are exquisite.
I wonder if she’d let me draw her one day.
Probably not, but maybe if I begged…
I feel more than see how we’re lying together. She’s nestled between my thighs and our legs are wrapped together. Her arms hug my waist while one of my hands threads through her hair. Her pressure and warmth settle some of the issues I was having last night.
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