[She'd never see it as a fault. She would only see the good in him. Even the stubborn pigheaded parts were good, because it was his choice to make noise about something. That, she thought, was good.]
I know.
[And she did. Her hands slid up along his thighs, skirting around the area of his groin as she straddled where her hands had just been, moving up to massage up along his chest and the front of his shoulders.]
no subject
I know.
[And she did. Her hands slid up along his thighs, skirting around the area of his groin as she straddled where her hands had just been, moving up to massage up along his chest and the front of his shoulders.]