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My hands folded over his arms, lightly holding him while the water level rose and fell over my breasts like the tide ebbing and flowing from my uneven breathing.
Occasionally, he pressed his lips to my head.
"I dated a girl who worked in a tattoo parlor.
He brushed my hair off my face.
Or break up, either option solving the problem.
" "Shh, don't cry.
Nuzzling my neck, his chest smashed to my chest. One hand fisted in my hair while the other massaged my breast, his thumb going to work on soothing my nipple.
I liked ham, didn't I.