AntOn

Coming this September

“Bye, Anton.” Her eyes turn heavy-lidded as she keeps stroking my face.
“Bye, Thora.” I press a kiss to her cheek, and a soft groan leaves her as her hand slides around the back of my head.
“This could get addicting.” She sighs.
“Maybe we should stop, then.”
“That’s not how addiction works, Mr. Marinov.”
Pulling back, I hit her with a smirk. “Then I guess we’re both fucked.”