C8 Chase

Livia's breath catches. There’s a moment when the noise around us seems to fade away, when the gentle lights of the restaurant cover us in a soft glow, and she seems to bloom open. Her eyelashes flutter and her body curves toward me.

“I think I’d like to see you greedy,” she says, her tongue running along her bottom lip.

I feel her words everywhere: my bones, my skin, my throbbing erection