Self-Portrait 13- Enders Wants Annabelle


He followed me down the stairs and stopped me by grabbing my wrist and turning me to face him. He sat down on a step and pulled up my shirt to kiss my belly.
“You should show your beautiful body.” He pulled my hips to him and buried his face in my stomach, wrapping his arms around me. I glanced around the stairwell to see if anyone was watching us then gently disengaged from his grasp to pull my top back down.
“You’ll see me again soon.” I said.