MELITA
By no means shy, she basked instead, glancing upwards as his hand came to whisk away stray pieces of crimson hair from her face. Tucked in his grasp, she was suddenly in no hurry to go much of anywhere; they’d had their avaricious little journey to peaks and now they were in the valley. Huffing a breath directly along his forehead, her cheeks dimpled at the ‘fantastic’, not even bothering with her inherent eye roll; raising her eyes to look directly into his with all the air of a cat, satisfied and content with their lot in life.Her laugh drew out of the reverie just the same, snorting at the murmur. “You’re very welcome. I had fun giving it.” Which meant both means – granting and stripping, and she’d quite happy to do it again. “We could do this every time there’s a new clothing line,” followed by a raising of her brows to see how far he’d take the gamble – gods knew they’d have multitudes on their so-called list by the time they ventured out of the pool.
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
