Then he guides our hands back to my ribs and slides
the ruby-hilted blade back into its sheath.
The move is unnervingly…hot.
“You’re not going to disarm me?” I challenge as he releases his grip and
pushes up more, removing his weight from my body. My ribs expand as I
take my first full breath.
“Nope. Defenseless women have never been my type. We’re done for
today.”
😝😝😝😝
— 5 hours, 23 min ago
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