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So I stared back, studying the blue depths that grew brighter again in the light from the bedside lamp.
Feeling his arms contract and expand around me as I unloaded. "I'm a coward," I finished, trying to turn onto my side without sloshing too much water onto the floor.
I hissed and arched under him. Fighting internally now between wanting to know what was going on outside this room and getting lost in my lover's charms.
You've allowed him to get under your skin and fester.
"Does this guy," Chris asked, his voice husky as he ran a single finger up and down the soft hollow of skin just behind my ear along the back of my jaw, "know right where to touch you to drive you wild?" I wanted him to both continue and yet stop touching me there. He knew I couldn't last long with that kind of torture.
I gripped his arm, trembling despite no longer being cold and wet.
But there was no sign of Chris. I moped around the house, thankful that my new schedule did not include weekends.