cooper-wardĀ·:
āIāll make you one.ā The promise came easily, with longing. She wanted to make him something good, something that would make him feel warm and happy. The way he made her feel. He bit his bottom lip, white teeth peaking out to sealing down on plush, dark skin. The world around him looked like a wet water-color painting that had been tipped over--all messy, runny colors melting into each other. But Cooper was vibrant. Cooper was technicolor and moonlight. Her knees wobbled and she was grateful for the post of his body to hold her steady. She sighed with the press of his lips, shivering as his hands slid down her back, gliding over the subtle curve of her hips. The strap fabric dangling off her shoulder was dangerously close to falling off, Sage still far too drunk to notice how much of herself was already exposed. Warmth tickled her ear and a chill crawled up her neck, a pinch of pleasure tingling over her skin. āOh--ā she rose up into him, open palms sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders for purchase. The firm pressure of his fingers on her rear hitched a gasp in her lungs. Her heart thrummed in her chest, abdomen coiling delightfully. Her hips flexed forward, bumping against his. Her mouth felt dry. There was a heat crawling between her legs and space swimming in her head. She blinked up at him, lips parted. She furrowed her brow in confusion. āShouldnāt do what?ā She clenched her fingers in his shirt, eyes falling closed, pushing up on her knees to reach his lips.

















