He sits up straighter as I pull his shirt off. I toss it to the side before running my hands over his shoulders, tracing the planes of his chest. I need him to understand – truly understand – so I say, "I haven't touched anyone this way since Randall."
He doesn't answer. I watch the steady rise and fall of his chest before his hands cup my face. He ducks down, kissing me passionately before whispering, "Let me help you make some better memories."
Something in me releases, and I nod, swallowing my fears as I take his nipple between my lips.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
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Mmmmm that sound really promising Edward.
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