CRIMSON EMBRACE

π FIFTY FOUR

π| FIFTY FOUR

***This woman, she wants an alliance, and I can give it...***

~Carmen~

Five hours and probably seven orgasms later, you were staring at her across the dining table.

Her cheeks was flushed, her hair completely disheveled as she just grinned with satisfaction.

"So, what are we?" She broke the silence with a tilted brow.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at her words.

"Isn't it obvious?"

She shook her head, pouring herself some camomile tea from the jug.

She lifted her eyes from the cup and stared straight at you.

The look she gave you was provocative, slutty even.

"I don't think so."

You leaned back to watch the rise and fall of her breasts as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a dram.

She was beautiful, mesmerizing in a way that made you unaware of your surrounding once she came in to view.

Her red and black hair looked so good tousled around her shoulders.

The exposed skin of her clavicle reminded you of glazed caramel.

"So?" She interrupted you. "Are you not gonna label it or—"

You didn't let her finish.

"Or, I choose or."

You flashed her a grin.

She groaned.

"Don't do that," she complained while rolling her eyes.

You raised a brow.

"Do what?" You asked in confusion.

She gestured at you with her lips.

"That," she murmured. "Don't show me all your teeth like that."

"Huh?" You gaped softly.

You were confused on why she didn't want to see your teeth.

"Why?" You demanded.

She shrugged.

"They're too perfect, makes me jealous," she admitted.

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief at her words.

"You don't mean that."

She took a sip, looking at you from over the top, eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I do," she said as she set down the cup, enunciating every word.

You rolled your eyes.

"So this or is what?" She began. "Is it lovers, bed friends, or friends with benefits?"