It got me curious." I look up at him and meet the most amazing shy crooked smile and penetrating hazel eyes, which make my heart beat a little faster... "What?" I croak, licking my suddenly dry lips. "Your book," he says, nodding at the volume in my hands. Now, seeing what I'm reading, he raises his eyebrows at me, stifling a laugh. His eyes crinkle at the corners, suggesting that he has laughed a lot in his life. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to always make this man laugh, just to. . . Burning, and she leaned back as far as the leather straps allowed, pressing her raw skin to his naked chest: damp hairs, ridged muscle. The sweet touch was not all she wanted, she needed to sense and recall every detail of their last moments together, before the return of the loneliness and boredom. Soft overhead light strips contrasted with the music but enhanced the flickering glow from the candles that she had spaced about the room. Like the earthy scents, the light was warm, moving,. It was really quiet and there was noone about. I noticed her sat on her own in a little alcove just past the toilets. She was obviously worse for wear and slumped against the side of the seat, she looked a bit disheveled and I picked her up and told her we needed to go back to our room. On the way up she was muttering about there being some dirty old bastards at this wedding but she was slurring her words and I couldn’t make them out properly. Managed to get her back to the room and let her. Everything off." Winona wasn't sure what to make of this. Rebecca had been in the locker room while she was changing before, but this was different. Still, Winona pulled her T shirt over her head and then did the same with her sports bra, allowing her perky breasts to spring free. Her hands trembled slightly as she grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them and her underwear down to her ankles and then stepped out of them. She stood back up. She was a petite girl with short brown.