✿ "If Teasing You Will Make You Crave Me"
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If teasing you will make you crave me,
Then let me whisper against your soul.
Let my gaze linger where words dare not go,
And my hands trace what dreams unfold.
For every blush upon your skin,
Is a flame I long to claim.
And if loving you means madness,
Then let me burn—again and again.
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She knew she could die of embarrassment if he dared show up before she was dressed.
The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white towel and the scent of soap, her mind screamed one prayer—please don't let him be here.
She exhaled when she didn't see him. "Thank the goddess," she murmured, padding softly across the room toward the closet. Her damp hair clung to her neck as she reached for a small bottle of oil, one she always used to soften her skin after a bath.
The bottle gleamed like liquid gold under the light. She poured a little into her palm—just as she loosened the towel around her chest—
"Stay still, my love!"
