Monday, September 14, 2015


“I don’t think so, sweet thing.” She tried to ease away from him but the back of her chair kept her in place. “I am most definitely…all…grown…up.” He nuzzled her exotic-scented hair, drifted his lips over the curve of her jaw, hovered near her mouth, her lips parted. He waited. Neither of them breathed. Then he kissed her, a slow, soft brush of mouths with just a hint of tongue lingering on her bottom lip.

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