Eyeing the glossy lips of Ellen, grim's tongue glided over his lips, wetting and biting on them. It was only a matter of the moment, the instant when he would lose his control, the second his sanity would be swept from his existence but he held himself. Never in the million years, he had lived had he guessed that he was that much capable of suppressing his needs, the intimate desire to touch someone particular. However again, he was never bumped into someone like the little fawn. Too innocent for her own good.
"Y-ou...", Ellen was staring at the boy, baffled. Although grim did not expect her to understand the hidden meaning behind his words, thanks to all those movies that Chloe would force her friend to watch to get her virgin a*s educated.
