Benny’s POV
Eralia’s mouth moves against my own as my hand releases hers, sliding around her waist and tugging her closer to me. She whimpers against my lips, her own are soft, melding with mine as though they were meant to be.
My thumb traces her pulse point as my tongue swipes across her lower lip, tentatively asking for entrance. Eralia hesitates; until I do it again before she pulls back, blushing as I pause, worried I’ve pushed too far.
‘I’m sorry cupcake, was that too fast? Have I made you uncomfortable? Do you not want this?’ I ask with concern.
The bakery assistant shakes her head, nibbling on her lip as her cheeks redden further. ‘No, I do! It’s just . . .’ she murmurs.
‘What is it? You can tell me, I won’t be upset, I promise’ I urge.
Eralia looks down at her lap before bri
