For the first time, Ravina actually wished she could sleep. She just wanted whatever she was feeling to stop and where her thoughts went. It was impossible. That was just the way it was. When someone told themselves to stop thinking about something, then they thought more about it.
Now she couldn't help herself. She reminisced his fingers around her jaw and then slowly trailing down her throat, followed but what just happened now, his fingers continued to trail down her stomach, grazing her skin as he peeled the paint off.
She could still feel the heat of his fingers where he had touched her, but truth was, he had touched her everywhere. Undressed her with his gaze. She had seen his eyes. The way he looked at her. There was no mistaking what he was thinking. What he wanted.
