She would've leaned foward, but his hands were distracting her. She was happy that part of her face was covered, so he wouldn't see the blush. It was scary a bit. He was her brother. He was her brother. He was her brother. But her body didn't seem to care. Then again, she had done it only once.
Harley had been too afraid of how good her body felt. She didn't want to turn into one of those people who only craved it. No, she had her inventions... well, it would explain how she was able to do three in a week. Fustration. Anger, sexual... lack of contact with other people... you name it, she had it. "I like your laugh..."
Harley had been too afraid of how good her body felt. She didn't want to turn into one of those people who only craved it. No, she had her inventions... well, it would explain how she was able to do three in a week. Fustration. Anger, sexual... lack of contact with other people... you name it, she had it. "I like your laugh..."