Warning: R18. Read with caution. (But I know you'll still read. Hehe)
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A cup of warm chocolate was pressed against her lips while she leaned against the headboard of the large kings' sized bed. Her eyes were lost in space, but her mind was filled with the events of this morning. Dale had done a lot to her, and at the mere thought of it, her cheeks turned brick red. She bit the side of her lips when she remembered it all.
"Engel, what are you doing?" She had asked in a lazy voice, almost sounding like a whisper. She could see his intention, but she still asked.
His lips curved in a wicked way that made him look more mischievous and sinfully handsome.
"Easing the tension."
Easing what tension? Her tension?
She didn't think this was the best way to ease whatever she felt. She wanted to talk to him. She had just been crying moments ago because of how she felt, and now he was making her feel something else: heat and hunger.
