Cyrus was covered in dried, greenish red blood. But that didn't stop me from flirting with him. Why was I feeling so close to him suddenly? Was Lust having an influence on me?
'I promise you, I'm not. But I shall watch the show with popcorn.' Lust responded in my head, making me roll eyes internally.
"Hey, you." Cyrus replied, his voice suddenly an octave deeper. A smirk formed on his lips when my cheeks were dusted with a light pink. He held my hand, and we rushed out of the HQ like giggling love birds.
Heck. We didn't even make it back home.
The woods seemed sufficient to him, for I was pushed against a tree trunk and kissed ferociously.
"Mhmm! Mhm!" His hands cupped both my jaws and pulled me closer and closer into his face. My eyes shot open when his tongue glided into my hot cavern.
"Fvck, you smell so good today..." he mumbled over my lips.
