She’s staring me up and down as I climb into bed. The heat in her eyes draws me closer to her but it doesn’t matter. I was hers before I even climbed in. Shea butter soft hands slide down my torso til painted fingertips dig into my sides, guiding me towards the mattress. She brings her lips to my ears to tease me with a husky whisper. Putting my fingers in her curls, I push her head down. Her hands tangle with my thighs and my head falls back onto the pillows. I think I might be falling in love.