Read Him Like A Book
After a round of back-and-forth teasing, Belle pulled Osho to one of the couches, her soft skin like clouds against his.
When they sat, her hair almost seemed to swallow the piece of furniture, but Osho still sat on it without any hesitation. He knew she didn't mind.
Sure enough, as soon as he sat, he felt several strands curl around him like tiny hands embracing him. It was one of her ways of showing affection, one he didn't mind.
The two of them sat in silence for a moment, not awkward, just basking in the presence of one another quietly.
After a while, though, Osho spoke.
"So... You said you wanted to see me?" He finally said as he looked at her curiously. She'd made her intention to meet up known while he was still in Stellaris, so this wasn't a chance encounter. However, she didn't tell him what she wanted to speak about, so Osho was curious.
