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How the shadows touch your skin, highlighting your silhouette. Mmm.
' I always thought it was because of how well he played football.
I checked my credit card bill and saw the room charge wasn't on it.
"I decided I needed fulltime employment. Over the next couple of years, I worked at various jobs that required manual labor and had nothing to do with my degree.
"Wait, are you. " He tipped his chin and stuck out his lower lip.
And now, their half-naked bodies were rolling all over the plush, suede cushions, the pillows discarded over the back of the couch and scattered on the floor.
The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact. I clutched at the couch cushion, but my nails just scraped the plush material.
And you hadn't bought anything before that from what I could see.