Mira, dripping wet from head to toe, gazed at the alien man before her and all she wanted to do was taste his lips again.
"Mira, are you hurt?" He repeated, growing more concerned with every passing moment.
"No," her voice was barely a whisper, and she threw her arms around him, her lips colliding with his. The towel slipped from her body and she no longer cared. All she cared about was the taste of him, the feeling of his hands on her skin, the smell of his short brown hair. She wrapped herself around him on the bathroom floor, and she was fully prepared to give into temptation when he stopped her.
"Mira," he pushed up on her hips, her name a groan on his lips. "Wait." She lifted herself off of him, a bolt of rejection striking through her like lightning.
She sat up grabbing for the towel. "Sorry," she said, feeling destroyed with embarrassment.
"I just want to make sure you didn't hit your head," he chuckled a little, holding out a hand to tuck her wet strands of hair behind her ear.
"I'm fine," she said.
His gaze darkened. "You sure you want to do this?" He asked.
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EROTIC/SEXUAL CONTENT
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