"don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen"
She wanted him. Every single inch of him. She glared from across the room for what felt like hours. Watching him read was one of her favorite things to experience. She loved how studious and innocent he looked when he was lost in a novel. So calm. She smiled to herself as he moved his lips slightly with each word on the page. Deeply engaged in his reading, he had no idea how intense her gaze on him was. She was practically drooling. She wanted him. She wanted him to submit fully. She got up from the chair and sat on the edge of the bed. Taking her socks off, she made herself comfortable and laid next to him. He lifted his arm and wrapped it under her neck, pulling her close to his body. He gave her a small peck on the forehead and squeezed her tight. She was giddy. She laid her head on his muscular chest and felt the soft ins and outs of his breathing. This was her ultimate happy place.