Not you. I love any touch from
you. It feels caring, and I want that. I want so much for you to care for me.

He's the best I ever had. And the worst thing that ever happened to me.

How about we call it lovingly fucking your brains out?

Is it romantic or psychotic when I say I'll never let you leave me?

Don't foist your body image issues on me, mate. I'm sexy. When I want a six pack, I go to the liquor store.

Far be it from me to slow down two badass supermodels on a mission, but we have a problem," a male voice said wryly.
I could see Christian out of the corner of my eye as we turned, his stance and movements almost synchronized to my own. We shared a look, our expressions almost identically similar, wit arched brows and half-smiles.
"What's the problem?" I called out, scanning the faces to see who had spoken.
"You're a badass supermodel," Christian muttered under his breath at the same time, taking the mature approach, as usual.