Dove
I ran the gold teaspoon on my lower lip after I had licked off the honey that I had drippled over my bowl of granola. Everyone was lively and chatty during breakfast, sipping on their coffees and eating their bacon whilst I felt far too distracted by the hand on my thigh, a thumb massaging into my inner thigh making my toes curl. The nerves on my head tingling with sensation as I tried to keep a neutral expression.
My eyes stole a peak to the man seated next to me. Benecio was in a lively conversation with Toni and Zahi. I could see their lips moving about, knew that there were sounds as well but I couldn't tell you what in the world they were talking about.
