Chase wrapped his arms around Diana as they lay back down, a teasing smile on his lips. He sighed softly before leaning in to kiss her. Diana's cheeks flushed as she whispered, "I… want to try something new."
Chase tilted his head in confusion, but his curiosity turned to surprise when she handed him a pair of handcuffs. "Lila gave me these," Diana mumbled, her face bright red.
Chase stammered, "When—no, you know what? Never mind." Shaking his head, he sighed and got to work.
Hours later, they stood under the warm spray of the shower. Diana glared up at Chase, her silver eyes narrowed in frustration. "I told you not to put it in my mouth! Now I have to brush my teeth extra."
Chase chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair. "I couldn't help myself—you have perfect lips."
Diana groaned, leaning her forehead against the tiled wall. "If it were anyone else, I'd never have done that."
