His lips were chapped and scraped slowly up the nape of her neck.This must be what it feels like when a diamond etches glass...
She could sense the yearning
in the way his hands moved on her shoulders - softly
- that he was trying to be gentle. His intentions were sliding silk, and his attentions were hangnail
s on loose-knit cashmere
.It doesn't feel right.
She pushes him away, firmly, with resolve
"You make my skin crawl
, you need to stop