“You are the fire within me, but I would sooner be consumed by it than bring you harm.” He murmured against her ear, and she knew she was turning red. Okay, she didn’t blush. She didn’t blush. “Stars are too distant to be your eyes, roses too fleeting to be your lips, and silk will never hold the warmth your skin brings to mine.”
Okay…help. Help. Pie wasn’t working, she needed someone to rescue her from this. She felt him smile against her ear as she lifted her hands to cover her eyes, blocking out the world. Shit. Oh…shit.
I made this quick and messy 5 min-sketch, after I read this prompt from @anachromystic ‘s Dinerau. It made me laugh so hard. Poor girl.