Delicate fingertips pressed into flesh. All you could hear was the faint tick of the clock on the wall, Chan's quickened breathing and your own racing heartbeat. Chan worked his way from your hands, up your arms. Feather-light touches on your neck as he nosed his way across your jawline to your ear. A kiss to your earlobe, followed by a breathy whisper. "God. You're so beautiful." OR When Chan comes home late one night, the only thing on his mind is you. © 2019 Txeknee All rights reserved. DO NOT REPOST.All Rights Reserved
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