Jake carried a captivating beauty. His entire being seemed to embody perfection, fulfilling your image of an ideal man. However, your mind began to wander to his hands.

The complexion of veins tracing their surface, coupled with their robust form, left you with an insatiable desire to intertwine your fingers with his at every open opportunity.

you were laying in bed with Jake, your fingertip tracing the veins on his hands.

“Why do you keep doing that baby?” he asked, chuckling softly.