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For some reason, I want to keep feeling her like this, in the silence, with her body so attuned to mine that we breathe in sync.
“Aren’t you supposed to be helping me chop potatoes?” she whispers when I grab each of her hands in mine but don’t do anything.
“One moment,” I murmur against her hair, rubbing my nose in it. “I haven’t gotten my fill of your smell.”
She squirms, a tremor going through her hand. “I can feel it, you know.”
“It?” I ask with a note of amusement.
“Your…thing.”
“It’s called a cock, not a thing, Anastasia.”
“Yeah, well, it’s poking my ass.”
“That’s because my cock is demanding access.”
Her face turns a deep shade of red. “Pervert.”
“Me or my cock?”
“Both!”
“Then you’re stuck with two perverts, beautiful. Aren’t you the lucky one?”
She wiggles again and that only serves to aggravate the state of my unsatisfied erection.
“You might want to stop that unless you’re planning on being my dinner.”
I feel the hitching of her breath against my chest as she goes still, then murmurs, “What about me? I don’t get dinner?”
“You can choke on my cock if you want.”
“Stop it.” She laughs, elbowing me. “I want real food.”
Her hit isn’t strong, but I stagger back due to the force of something entirely different—her laughter.
It’s such a rare occurrence to hear the musical sound of her laughter. Her eyes close slightly and her head tips back a little as if she can’t contain it.
I’m trapped in it, in how fucking carefree she looks. Ever since I first met her, she’s been a bit reserved, careful, and always counting her steps. But over the past week, she’s been slowly but surely getting more comfortable around me.
The fact that I’m the only one who brings out this side of her fills me with a raw sense of possessiveness and a deep feeling of pride.
I’m the only one she laughs around.
Onlyme.
“Come on. We need to make something before the movie starts.” She nudges me when I remain frozen, completely and utterly fucking smitten with a view that meant shit to me in the past.
“You mean, I need to make something since you’re hopeless at it,” I joke to camouflage my inexplicable reaction to her. “And I’m not watching anotherHarry Potterfilm tonight.”
“Why not? They’re fun!”
“They’re unrealistic.”
“It’s fantasy, so that’s the whole point.”
“Still not my thing.”
