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The sound of him zipping up his pants reminded me we had plans, but he didn't have me get up.
He just kept staring into my eyes. So I stared back, studying the blue depths that grew brighter again in the light from the bedside lamp.
Maybe you didn't know my name, but you sure as hell should have recognized my face.
He carried me to my room. Pulled a sweatshirt and sweatpants on me.
"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.
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