Lying in bed, my mind was filled with images of our evening together. How his luscious locks shined in the autumn moonlight. His lips were the kind of pink that reminded me of a rosebud. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin and it had a natural cupid’s bow; the bottom one was slightly plusher. And I can only imagine how they’d feel against my own lips… How his teeth would feel grazing against my delicate skin... How...