Swallowing down the stakes, the expectations, and aligning myself again with a productive mindset takes a few seconds. A few strokes across her lower torso and the shallow rising diaphragm underneath.
Brown eyes stared at me for those long few seconds with her hand curled much too close to mine. Fingertips scratching at the covers at her side. I'm pretty sure she wants to grab onto me.
And I would let her right now… and I think she knows it. Vrika seems to expect that she will. If I just stay here like this.
> No, she won't. Because she knows she is taking advantage. And unlike me, she has less malleable morals. <
She doesn't want the intimacy at her worst… and she's been clear she is willing to wait until I choose it. Too patient for her own power. Too sweet for her own level of danger.
