Aloura asked from her perch on the counter. She had asked me to make some real s’mores. So after a little shopping trip, we were geared up for hot soup and corn bread with s’mores for desert. She was sitting on the counter with her legs crossed watching everything I did. She only relaxed when I said morning and asked if we were heading out for our run. Maybe it was some residual effect of her sleepwalking. “If I did, I’m pretty sure I would have been kicked out on my ass by now.” She tilted her head to the side. Aloura was definitely all woman, but sometimes she had these cute mannerisms that made her appear so young and innocent. “Why would you say that?” My arm shot out to block her swift hands, but the marshmallow was already in her mouth. She lifted her hands above her head and wiggled her ass against the counter in some fucked up victory dance. I said fucked up because when her body moved, parts of mine responded, and now definitely was not the time for my broken dick to make an appearance.
What do You think about Silent Scars (Surviving #4)?
