Love?

"Don't tell me you are mad that the entire university has been calling me sweet names behind my back."

"Nah, far from that," Beau chuckled. "I was actually thinking of how well the name suits you. You have the milky glow of the moon. Look at you, so pale and beautiful. I've never seen pale skin and rosy red lips in a perfect combo before. And your pink nipples and hole which I assaulted this morning keep flashing before my eyes even as we—"

"Beau!" Asher felt like running to the middle of the premises and burying his face in the sand like an ostrich. He looked around, his face a huge flush. His expressions made Beau smile.

"I love it when you get all hot and bothered because of me. I don't want anybody gazing at my moon with seductive eyes."