"I Should Have…"
"I Should Have…"
In that moment, she knew, her face flushed and her breath coming in gasps as his hands wandered all over her. She shivered, arching under him, desperate to feel his body against her own. His smile glittered gold, and her eyes were like tawny fire. He pressed, just so, and she shattered. She spiralled, flew, dove, spun, and finally, rested. His smile was a smirk now. "I should have known better," she murmured, and he laughed.