She would kill him if care wasn't taken.
Dallan's thoughts ran wild as he closed his eyes to get back some decent amount of fresh air. His mind ran in all directions. For some moments, he couldn't think straight.
And he knew it was Hazel's fault.
How did a handjob feel so pleasurable? Dallan exhaled softly and opened his eyes. Hazel's face swam into view.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Dallan scoffed.
"You have successfully made my limbs immobile, at least for the next five minutes."
Hazel chuckled. "I did nothing," she said in defense. "I gave you a handjob, that's all."
"Nah..." Dallan was shaking his head from side to side. "You drew out every last drop of my soul. I can almost feel my thighs vibrating."
"Shut up." Hazel smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Her hair fell over his chest. Dallan caressed her back and neck. He pulled her closer. As if Hazel realized what she was doing, she pulled back.
"Please, don't go," Dallan begged in a low voice. "Stay with me."
