C57 57

LIAM

Nora’s lips were soft and welcoming, parting from me as I slid my tongue through. I could feel the smile on her lips, and taste the whiskey that tainted them. My hands trailed down her body, resting at the curve of her waist.

She felt a little different today and that perfume was one I wasn't used to, but she was there. In my arms. And she was kissing me.

My hands pressed into her sides