“She wondered how those fingers would feel sifting through her hair, stroking the side of her face, sliding over the skin of her neck down to her breasts, playing her like the piano she’d seen him on that first night. Her nipples pebbled. “That’s not a look you give your teacher, little crow.”

“She wondered how those fingers would feel sifting through her hair, stroking the side of her face, sliding over the skin of her neck down to her breasts, playing her like the piano she’d seen him on that first night. Her nipples pebbled. “That’s not a look you give your teacher, little crow.”

— RuNyx