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Chris releases e in his Enter by choice, without pressure On some level I sense that once I enter his apart to change in to coht know this and I wonder why he would be so certain, what is etched with such clarity to him beneath the surface

He has misplaced doubts of allery I can see it in his eyes, sense it in the air I refuse to allow his lack of confidence in me, or anyone else’s for that ain I’ve been there and I ended up on the sharp edge of a cliff, about to crash and burn I’d recovered, and I aRegardless of what happens at the gallery, I’aze from Chris’s and exit the elevator

My heels touch the pale, perfection of glossy hardwood floors and I stop and stare at the breathtaking sight beforea sunken living room with a ht There is a ceiling to floor , a live pictorial of our city, spanning the entire length of the roo night lights and the haze surrounding the distant Golden Gate Bridge I barely re area, or what the furniture I pass looks like I dropmy hands on the cool surface

We are above the city, untouchable, in a palace in the sky How a it hts twinkling, al at me as they creep open a door to the hollow place inside me I’ve rejected only‘Broken’ from the band Lifehouse fills the room because Chris doesn’t kno personal it is toon

This song, this place with the words, and I a with the refusal to hide anyins to pulse to life withinwhy I feel this way I refuse to process the lyrics and shove theo there I squeezeto seal those old wounds, desperate to feel anything but their presence

Suddenly, Chris is behindmy jacket from my shoulders His touch is a welcome sensation and when his arbut what this song, no doubt aided by the wine, stirs inside me

I lean into hith to Chris, a silent confidence I envy, and it calls to the woers, brush my hair away from my nape and his lips press to the delicate area beneath, creating goosebumps on , and theirto , anything, just le aluy you take home to mom and dad, Sara" His mouth is next to mine, his clean ht now You need to know that won’t change"

But the song does change and this time to another track on what ins to play I see through your clothes, your nerve dah bitterly at the words and Chris pulls back to study reen eyes, what I’ve ed as I as in common to be more than sex, and the realization is freedoht stubble of his jaw, the rasp on my skin welcome, and I have no idea why I admit what I have never said out loud "My mother is dead and I hate my father so don’t worry You’re safe from family day and so am I All I want is here and now, this piece of time And please save the pillow talk for someone ants it Contrary to what you seem to think, I’m no delicate rose"

A stunned look flashes on his face an instant before I pressmoan I am rewarded with is white-hot fire instroke of his tongue He slants hisme with a fierceness no other man ever has, but then, Chris is like no other ue plays wickedly withinto hi nowhere In reply to my silent declaration, his hand cupsinto him, I welcome the intimate connection, burn for the moment he will be inside me My hand presses between us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft

Chris tears his ainst the , and I know I’ve threatened his control Me Little school teacher Sara McMillan Our eyes lock, hot flae

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