SWEET SPOT
“Your wound…”
He chuckled breathlessly, forehead resting against mine. “Worth it,” he whispered, his voice husky.
We both laughed softly, still wrapped around each other, our noses brushing. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips slightly swollen from our kiss. He leaned in again, ready to capture my mouth once more.
Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door.