heathen’s kiss

If a person could bloom, Phoebe did at his compliment, leaning closer to him like a flower seeking sunlight. Stunning. Had she ever been called that before? She couldn't recall a time, and that he called her that, knowing he had certainly been with many others, boosted her confidence. But she doesn't get a chance to thank him before she is pulled back to him, her face flushing a deep red at the feel of just how stunning he found her. Emboldened by his praise, her own hands began to wander - fingers trailing lightly down his back, over his chest. Eventually her fingers found the top of his pants, gently tugging at the buckles and ties that held them in place, hinders slightly by a slight tremble of nerves. But it did not take an embarrassingly long time fortunately before she released the last tie and they fell to the floor. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself