I sat at the kitchen counter and gazed at him. I observed his dilated eyes.

I stared at his kind face after stroking his hair.

Why did God give this man such a face that was addictive to look at?

Derrick gave me a kiss and returned it as if there was no tomorrow.

We simply kept kissing until I felt his hand scurrying across my chest, down to my belly button, and finally on my pearl.

I couldn't help but mimic the emotion I was experiencing in response to what he was doing.

"Wait—"

I was taken aback when he abruptly lifted me and walked over to the bed....