I stand and walk back over to him. "You did not do anything. I felt your fear and it spiked something in me. I did not want to bite you again, so I moved." I say. I take a second to get it all out of my mind and then smile at him again. I softly push him back and get on top of him again. "Where were we?" I ask.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
My hand slides down his chest as I kiss him. My fingures find the hem of his shirt and slip under it. His chest feels like fire against my ice cold hand.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh