If there was to be a moment where she felt self conscious, it would have been in the time he took to look her up and down. February however, felt little more than ardor and desire running through her than anything else. There was just something about the way he looked at her, an approving appraisal, that left her reeling.

It didn't last long, the next thing she knew, his body collided with hers, pushing back toward the bed and then up onto the mattress. The cool, silky feeling of the duvet was a stark contrast to the heat between them. Her body arched toward every touch on its own, the sensation of his hands on her bare skin far better than anything she could have imagined in the past.

Febs couldn't help the laugh that escaped, breathless and dizzy with desire. She trailed her fingers lightly over his shoulders, grazing with her nails every so often when she felt him hit a sensitive spot on her body. "Everybody has a weakness," She mumbled, voice heavy with desire. He was just as much hers, that much was clear.