Bloodmoon & Incubi Anthology
I hope the shithead is feeling the pain of me kissing her.
As the kiss started to deepen, my tongue tentatively brushing against her lips, a knock at the door broke us apart. Amelia was quick to pull away, sitting up more in the bed, bringing her legs to her chest like a shield as her eyes focused on the door.
I sighed, rubbing my lips together. This lingering taste of Rainier cherries, like my family grows back home, intense and sweet, still clung to my lips. I could get used to that taste. Rainier are my favorites, so much so I’m not allowed to work the farm as I’ll eat most of what I harvest.
Bab Populer