Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140424223423

Ambrose stood there for a few moments, stunned. He brought his hand up to his lips, touching where hers had been just seconds before. His mind finally processed what just happened, and the mute smiled. A full, genuine smile. The mute began to walk back to his dorm in order to get ready.

The kiss was...something he wanted to happen. A lot. Not like the others they had: The kinder, gentler ones were for reassurance or calming, as they were soft, filled with affection; the passionate liplocks during their little bump and grind session screamed out desire and need, of wanting to be fufilled. But that one...that one was promise in action. A tease of the senses. Idly, he licked his lips, still able to taste hers.

....damn...

...you are so not letting that one get away.

In that, you and I are in agreement.