[ He lets her pull him down for a kiss and he goes willingly, caging her in with his body as he presses her down and captures her mouth. Deep and slow and lazy, his tongue teasing against her lips. One hand comes to tangle in her long hair, fingers working lightly at her scalp a moment before he tugs her head back and grins down at her ruefully. ]
I’m still not going to do anything you might end up hating me for in the morning when you’re sober again.
no subject
I’m still not going to do anything you might end up hating me for in the morning when you’re sober again.