Chasing His Silent Luna Back
Her hands land flat on my chest, and she begins to walk me towards the bed.
The backs of my shins hit the baseboard. I land against the mattress, sitting down heavily. Mira’s nails rake into my forearms. She sits on my lap and twines her legs around me, looking down at me with wicked, ravenous eyes.
Her lips are so, so close to mine.
My eyes flutter shut. The warmth of her body against mine is intoxicating. I begin to lean towards her–
And suddenly think of Tessa.
Her laugh. Her smile. Even the way she kisses, the way she moans, the way her body arches beneath mine when we–