Dove
I sat on the couch... backwards... so I could have a perfect view of the kitchen as Benecio made us dinner. Lasagna with so much ground meat my mouth was watering. I had tried to help him, but the plaster on my thumb with a little happy face resulted in me being banished to the couch. Apparently he was faster without me being a distraction.
Normally I had expert skill with a knife but my head was all over the place. I blamed Benecio with the way he kissed me, his hand sliding down my sides, gripping my waist before squeezing my bum so perfectly I wanted to rip his clothes off. I didn't know how he managed control when I was so far gone, calling out his name and begging him to kiss me again and again.
