Bedroom Tickles With Jazmin

Description: Pinned at the wrists, jazmin was a perfect little package of panic and perfume. a body too soft, too ticklish, for a place like this. she laughed like she’d been keeping it in her whole life, sweet, sharp, and wrong in all the right ways. it was the sound of something elegant collapsing, a chandelier dropping slow, beautiful, and completely helpless.