Feb 9
“You’re staring at my lips, Little Wolf.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You wanna kiss me.”
“I would never want that.”
“No, you don’t want to want it — but you do.” He leans closer, a soft brush of lips but no pressure. “I’m not gonna kiss you, Liam,” he whispers.
Warmth erupts in my stomach.
“I won’t do anything to you unless it’s your decision. All you have to do is apply a little pressure and you can have me. Any way you want.” He sounds desperately pleading when he says, “Just kiss me.”
For @theoceanismyinkwell
