potion
His keen eyes observed the way she shimmied to her bed, languidly peeling off the jacket he had gallantly draped around her. It had been cold out, too blustery and cold for her sequined minidress and stilettos.
As they entered her apartment, the tepid air felt like fire on her icy skin. “Hot,” she mumbled, drunkenly pulling the thin jacket off her slender arms, exposing her vanilla skin, “mmfffmmit’sburning.” Her cheeks were pink from the chilly wind, a dusty rose on her pearly whiteness. He swallowed hard, watching her undress unashamedly in plain sight. Left with her underwear, she flopped onto her bed and mumbled some more into the pillow.
Quietly, he bent over her and pushed her hair off her face, fingers grazing her neck as he did so.
“Comfortable?”
No answer.
~ hannah p
