16
Sarah
Still bathed in the sweaty afterglow of making love, I look at Smith. There is a little bit of his hair plastered to his forehead and I reach over to push it back with careful fingers.
He catches my hand before I can withdraw it completely, kissing my palm and drawing my hand to lay on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat just now. It’s still galloping against his ribs.
I tug my lower lip between my teeth, my gaze dropping to his perfectly shaped mouth. It’s only been two minutes since we last f****d. I want him again though, somehow.
Surely that has to be unnatural somehow…
He sighs, sprawling out. He shifts so that there is a shadow cast over his face.
I feel like I can usually read him pretty well, but just now the shadow over his face keeps me from guessing at what he is
