This really was ridiculous.
Poppy wasn't sure when her fixation with Branch's mouth began, but she suspected it had something to do with her first discovery that Branch was an incredible kisser. He was tender and attentive, taking his time to build up the moment but never failing to thoroughly ravish her senses. His talents didn't just apply to the lips on her face, either, something she recalled with agonizing intensity as Poppy sat through a four-course family dinner seated across from him, watching every time he wrapped those full lips around his fork or spoon.
Dessert was an entirely new level of torture. Her father had made chocolate mousee. It was all she could do not to start squirming in her chair.
Finally, after the table had been cleared and everyone had retired to their own amusements, Poppy caught Branch on his way back from the bathroom and dragged him into her dad's guest bedroom that Viva was staying at but she wasn't there at the moment so it was currently unoccupied.
Her poor boyfriend looked confused and frankly more than a little concerned as she latched the lock and turned to face him. "Branch," The Pop Queen whimpered softly, morified by the needy whine.
Thankfully, Branch knew her better than she thought. His eyes quickly filled with understanding and he smiled gently as he backed her toward the bed, urging her to sit on the edge. And as Branch lifted her skirt and moved to kneel before her, Poppy had one resounding thought before she completely lost the ability.
Best. Boyfriend. Ever.