(Pt1) She wrapped her lips delicately around the edge of the mug. Tipping it to bring the liquid, warm and inviting, to her mouth. Her face flushed at the thoughts that passed across her mind. This was a drink she had started making only recently. A recipe that was created wholly with him in mind. His body warm on her’s like the warmth of the milk within her cup. The right temperature to make her mind slip to other touches. Subtle hints of cinnamon finding that perfect balance.
(Pt2) Too much and you are in danger, too little and you miss the pleasure of that spice. His kisses sweet as the honey. Sweet words whispered in her ear and washing over her body and relaxing her in ways only he can. And a tiny dash of cayenne. That hotness blending with the sweetness, and the rest of the drink, to provide an all too delicious reminder of him.
(La Fin) She closed her eyes and thought back to last night with him in her room. “Looks like I should maybe give you and that drink some time alone,” Mason’s voice teased low and a bit husky from the door of her office. She sputtered into her drink, splashing some of the liquid down the front of her shirt. Of all the people to catch her in this daydream. She blushed as his eyes lingered on the spot staining the curves of her chest. “Or better yet, I can help you out of those clothes.”
I wish I could tell you how in love with this I am, but I wouldn’t be able to express it. This is so beautifully written from a silly little random thing I posted and it’s with my favorite character. I could cry omg and the end of it was so so perfect.
Thank you, whoever you are that sent this to me. It has totally turned my day around and I love and appreciate you for it :’)