‘For Valentine’s Day I want Connor in his wolf furs smirking like his forefathers while I gather the chocolate, and whipped cream for our “picnic” in a lesser known clearing. After he sheds his furs, I pour hot fudge on his stomach and dip the strawberries into it. He keeps groaning, like that’ll convince me to share. Considering the fudge is going everywhere now, I guess I’m just going to have to lick it off.’
Confession [@percythebitchwitch]