Vaughn

It looks as if she has to gather every bit of her guts to lean into me. It takes everything I have not to force it. I want to feel her lips on mine again, need to taste her, but as I told her, it'll be on her own time, at what pace she decides to set. 

"Tell me if I do it wrong." She whispers.

"There's no way you're going to do anything wrong." I shake my head. "I can't imagine you doing anything I don't like."

"And my brain is telling me ...