[ She inhales and it's sharp and sudden, the electric feeling once more returning to shoot through her. When he takes the lime, Wanda can feel her lips tingling, her gaze locked on his face. ]
Mm.
[ Every inch of her skin is hot, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wants in a way she cannot quantify or stop. Her hands move to press against his shoulders, steadying herself. ]
no subject
Mm.
[ Every inch of her skin is hot, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wants in a way she cannot quantify or stop. Her hands move to press against his shoulders, steadying herself. ]
Are you sure? I did mention abs originally.