Bad Moon On The Rise
Usually, Leila or her fuckboy, was gone before the sun came out.
But things were different now, with him. Ster was after more than just her body, he was also after her heart, mind, soul, and he already had them. They settled into the couch and made small talk, flipping through the channels, though neither really watched the screen. But rather they watched each other, enraptured. Ster rubbed soft circles on her inner wrist, then skimmed up and down her arm, and he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves on that couch. Leila’s fingertips grazed his chest, the hallow of his throat, his collarbone. His touch was hypnotic, his voice like smoke that wrapped around every pa
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