A SNUGGY LEAVENWORTH AUTUMN STAY
A Story where it's Rising Up in Love rather than Falling in Love for two souls who have given up on the concept of 'Love'.....
Excrept from Chapter 12:-
"Careful Mistletoe, or else I will make it a habit." He warned me with a glint of teasing in his eyes.
"Will you?" I challenged him to provoke his witty side a bit and he smirked, while leaning in he looked between my lips and eyes. The blanket which was securing us fell off our bodies but the warmth of the tension around us made the cold surroundings hot.
"I can actually do it to other parts of your body and trust me," he leaned closer, holding my gaze in a firm way "even if you beg me to touch you, I won't and I will make sure that you are not in the state of touching yourself as well."
As he completed, I was a blushing a shade of deep red and he went close to my ear whispering
"Crimson suits you, Mistletoe and I will make sure you blush this deep shade only for me, your Crimson will make you a blushing mess of his shades and you will love every bit of it."
