“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, arching one of his brows at her. That blush to her cheeks was one he knew. One he knew quite well and he was curious just how much his words were affecting her. If she weren’t standing over there after dancing, oh dear.
She bites her bottom lip, conflicted. She loved hearing it but at the same time it was causing her to squirm in her seat. “N-No…” she whispers, still nibbling on her bottom lip. He was being so sexy right now. Perhaps…
Getting up from the floor, she got up on the bed, straddling his waist carefully, mindful of his leg. She moved her hair behind her and leaned forward, putting her hands on the wall behind him, trapping his head. “What about you…?” she whispered, her cheeks still flushed. “What…do I do that makes you…like that?”
Thankfully he had removed his guitar by now. He stares up at her with a surprised look on his face since she’s only been this daring, this confident, once before and that was back at the cottage the day before his accident. How she had been in control of herself, blushing madly and yet still…
“…you mean besides everything?” he asks quietly, lifting his hands, and placing them onto her hips. “Honestly, Katelynn… y-you… the things you do to me? It’s insane.”
Jack Maple 