Not a soul will know how hard it is to keep herself from grinding against him just yet, how maddening this wicked boy is to her. With a sigh, she focuses instead on the feel of muscle at her mercy, breaking away to allow herself to look at the body before her.
Flushed skin. A racing heart. Little scars that she lets her fingers linger on. ]
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Not a soul will know how hard it is to keep herself from grinding against him just yet, how maddening this wicked boy is to her. With a sigh, she focuses instead on the feel of muscle at her mercy, breaking away to allow herself to look at the body before her.
Flushed skin. A racing heart. Little scars that she lets her fingers linger on. ]
Training?