This will be my last share from Eversworn. It will be subbed bright and early tomorrow.
Then, on to the next project!
He couldn’t make up his damn mind, because his brain had switched offline ten minutes ago.
The first tentative brush of her tongue lit his skin on fire. Sweat popped along his upper lip and ran from his forehead into his eyes. He blinked to clear his vision and let his head fall back against the wall. Thumped it a few times for good measure. Another lick of pain flared where her teeth met tight buds and tugged hard enough his gut clenched.
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