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For a moment, he did nothing-said nothing-but stare at me.
His lips were so warm when they brushed mine. So tender though he pressed harder on the next pass.
How could you?" I rose up on my knees, putting a little more distance between us. A slight feeling of disgust entered my thoughts for what had happened.
And we were still outside.
His hands expertly wrapped, threaded, twisted, and tugged the rope just how he wanted it. Repeating from back to front, weaving patterns he knew from memory.