The white sheep of the family
"Not so bad, huh?" Loren grinned a bit indulgently down at Weaver. "I'll take it." Indeed, there was a pleased expression on his features, and the smirk lurking at the edges of his grin belied just how much he enjoyed hearing it.
However, he raised his eyebrows at her next statement. "What makes you say that?" One hand trailed along her body, tracing featherlight patterns. "You're some of the most pleasant company I've ever experienced." He was honestly confused why she would ever think she was difficult to get along with.
As she told him she'd never been an angry youth, he let out a huff of laughter. "I would offer to talk to him more, but the only thing that will probably help is time." He gave her an apologetic smile.
Opting to settle between her legs, he let out a little growl as their bodies pressed even closer together. Hands still exploring her back, he moved on with his lips, kissing down her neck towards her shoulder. His destination was the hint of ink he could see even under all the layers she was wearing.
However, he raised his eyebrows at her next statement. "What makes you say that?" One hand trailed along her body, tracing featherlight patterns. "You're some of the most pleasant company I've ever experienced." He was honestly confused why she would ever think she was difficult to get along with.
As she told him she'd never been an angry youth, he let out a huff of laughter. "I would offer to talk to him more, but the only thing that will probably help is time." He gave her an apologetic smile.
Opting to settle between her legs, he let out a little growl as their bodies pressed even closer together. Hands still exploring her back, he moved on with his lips, kissing down her neck towards her shoulder. His destination was the hint of ink he could see even under all the layers she was wearing.
Will blood tell
