Toxic Desire

Astrid

We continue to kiss, one of his hands on my bottom while the other rests in the small of my back, while I trail my fingers down his face to his chest. He’s solid muscle. I want to see it. I want to flatten my palms against his pecs, trail my fingertips down his abdomen.

I know that an interruption of some sort has to be coming, though. We can’t just have sex in the middle of the day when he