WINONA.

I let my hair down and turn, my heart is still a mess and I hold my wrist out not caring if I’m being shameless... If it means I can have the feel of his touch linger on my skin for a moment longer I don’t need to be asked twice.

He latches the bracelet onto my bare wrist, raises my hand to his lips, and kisses it softly. "Perfect.”

His eyes meet mine and I smile softly, the sexual tension is strong, and I can see his struggle, but somehow it only makes me happy… He wants me as much as I want him… I just need to...