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Wrapped in towels, they laid on the bed, side by side, gazing at each other. He never thought he would enjoy such a simple thing, but the fact that it was her made it amazing. They enjoyed the silence and were happy to just be together, alone. No distractions except each other.
She stroked her fingers up and down his chest, feeling his lungs expand and contract beneath her fingers. It was lovely to be free and able to do such a simple thing.
“Why did this take so long?” she asked quietly.
“Because you’re stubborn as hell, and I am one patient motherfu-” She hit him hard on the chest leaving a bruise that would immediately heal. He rubbed the spot playfully and pouted.
“Sorry. Wait, was that for stubborn or motherfu-” She hit him again, this time slapping his butt.
“Oh, I see how it is.” He grabbed her then and hovered over her, tickling her ribs and she laughed and gasped beneath him.
“Stop. Stop!” she wailed.
“No way. That was uncalled for. Then again, so is this . . .” He pulled her towel down and latched onto her nipple right away, eliciting a surprised shriek. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled his towel away as well.
“So’s this.” She grabbed at his rear and pulled him forward. It was as unexpected as the position he ended up in, his head sitting at her entrance. It made him laugh.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Sure did. This too.” She scooted lower, quickly drawing him in.
He let out an unmanly squeal and recovered quickly by swallowing her laughs in a kiss. Laughing turned tickling, turned playful intimacy, turned rough sex on the bed.
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“None of them tried anything with you?” My imagination had been so vivid; I just couldn’t shake the image of these girls straddling him while he pretended to lay helpless in his bed.
“No.” He looked down with an uncomfortable look on his face. “One of them might have asked me if we could get together when I was back on my feet,” he admitted.There was that slapped in the face feeling again. My throat was so tight I couldn’t even say anything. I knew I had no right to be jealous. I’d all but stomped on his injuries the last time I’d seen him after he was hurt.
“But I won’t if we’re… you know.”
He looked at me and my butterflies were turning into tingles in very dangerous places. His dark eyes were so earnest. How could someone so strong and intimidating be so sweet and vulnerable at the same time?
“Bella, you’re obviously not getting what I feel for you. I thought I explained it, but it doesn’t seem to be sinking in.”
He stood up from the chair and moved it back under the desk so he was standing over me. I felt so small at the edge of my bed.
“Do you want me to show you?”
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Public date: March 15th, 2011
