Titania
Kristoff blinks, his lips parted, yet his eyes betray nothing close to shock as I had anticipated. For once, I wish they do, though. I want to know his first impression of me on this. I want to know what he's thinking. What he thinks of me.
“My deviousness has finally rubbed off on you,” he smirks, his eyes moving to my mouth, down to my neck, and to the exposed skin of my chest. “You're not so innocent, as I thought,” his words send shivers down my spine but I keep a straight face, wrapping my arms securely around my waist. He grabs my wrists and brings them down to my sides, and I let him undo the belt that holds the bathrobe in place so it falls open. He takes a deep breath, sucking on his bottom lip as he trails his thumb down the space between my breasts. Over my breasts. At
