K.
Aina
He joked in an importuned manner.
"Duh, I know," K concurred, rolling her eyes at him. "I'll wrap myself up in satin ribbons - totally naked."
Jesse bit his lip and grunted, burying his face in her hair. "God, that's still months away," he uttered, his voice muffled on K's soft and dark mane. Her shampoo smelled like a heady combination fresh bamboo and sweet jasmine blooms, it did nothing to dial back his arousal down a few notches. "Can I tie you up now even if it's totally not my birthday?" He earnestly requested, looking at her with dark, languishing eyes.