C20 Chase

“I have to admit, this isn’t what I was expecting,” Livia says, perched on a bar stool and examining the plate I just set in front of her on the counter. She’s changed into a T-shirt and sweatpants, and fuck me if it isn’t somehow more adorable than her librarian get-up. I want to tackle her to the ground and tickle her until she’s squirming and red-cheeked underneath me