FORTY-SIX | She Knows The Truth

[LIZZY]

“You’re back early!” I realize as I watch Vector saunter inside through the main door. He stations the briefcase in his hand next to the corner table of the couch. Grabs me by the waist and pulls me in for the most passionate kiss of my life.

By the time he pulls away, I’m breathless. And a little excited.

“What’s up with you?” I ask him instead, grinning like an idiot, absolutely sure of the heat burning my cheeks and the wetness gathering between my thighs.

He decides to ignore it. Instead, he sweeps his lips to brush against the crook of my neck. I wheeze at the abrupt outbreak of kisses all across the accessible skin his lips find, arms flying up to slither through his short hair.

“Vector!” I gasp in exploding anticipation, body growing hot as hell while goose bumps occur at places I wasn’t sure it was possible to feel them. In response to my soft moans and whimpers, he makes a guttural sound from the back of his throat. Lifts me up with a relaxed effort and wraps my legs