Finding Mr. Perfect
Kenneth squirmed his hips from behind Freya.
He moaned, groaned, and pushed his hips up repeatedly until he let go of her lips. He took deep breaths and revealed, “Well, that’s one kitchen fantasy checked off.”
Freya, “...”
“Wait. Wait. Wait!” Freya asked. “Just how many fantasies do you have about me?”
Kenneth cleared his throat, looking mighty handsome despite the recent exercise. He replied, “Not so many.”
Inner Devil: ‘Girl, we all know that’s a lie. Just like his “not so long ago.”’