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A blanket I don’t re overChris into focus, his back tofully dressed in distressed jeans and a brown tee of some sort, while I a roo rainbow of red, yellow, and orange in the skyline I can’t truly appreciate Not when the dreaded lory, co I haven’t shared without ins to turn Reflexively, feeling exposed beyond my nakedness, I pull my knees to my chest and the blanket toto stop eous I drink hi the biker boots he’d been wearing at the coffee shop and his shirt has a Harley logo on it His jaw is unshaven, shadoith a sexy stubble, his longish dirty blond hair slightly daent, unreadable eyes, glisten green and gold in the sunlight
He’s staring at me too, his expression stark and unreadable I will hiht co He doesn’t and I a habit I’m determined to leave behind in this new life of mine
"Hi," I say when the silence drives ress is happening
He leans against the , clearly unworried about it breaking as I had been the night before Well, for a short bit I’d forgottenainst that very saht before with feverish clarity--his hands, his fingers, hisMy cheeks burn with the ihts
Chris, on the other hand, re around hiins to suffocate in the dreaded ra, but you know that since its daylight and well, it seeo home"
Several heavy seconds pass and I swear I can hear the hand on his watch tick, before he asks, "Did you want to go houard and I have no idea how to answer I ahly pleasured and I’d all but passed out from pure female bliss Would I have, had I woken up sooner? No I wasn’t in any rush to leave Chris, but I’m afraid Mister ‘I’m Not The Guy You Take Home To Mom And Dad’ will overreact to such a confession "I…don’t know"
"I didn’t" His voice is soft, and he scrubs his face and looks upset by this declaration, before contradicting his own reaction by looking o home, Sara"
I am confused and happy by this news, but…wait I shouldn’t be happy Should I? This is a fling, an affair, and he will jet off to Paris and ill be history I’ what I can, keeping it light
"You didn’t wantconfir more from this man -- the question is ‘more’ what? Pleasure, I promise myself This is about pleasure
He studies ain, but thankfully, he saves us bothworavelly, alry "I don’t have sex without condoms and I don’t ask about their pasts And I sure as hell don’t talk about s he’s just said, I hone in on the one of the least consequences considering I’ Nevertheless, I do it anyway My brows furrow Is he really inferring he’s talked to me about his past? Because if he is, and he considers what he’s told arner would be downright criminal
I study hi shape insidehis he doesn’t want to do? He is I can see it in his face Oh good gosh He’s blains to burn
I drop o"
"Please don’t" His voice is soft, but it halts me with the raw vulnerability in its depths There is true distress etched in his handsoine Ime, Chris"
"That makes two of us, baby," he says, and pushes off the"Give me just a minute" And just like that, he heads past? I twist to watch hiain, I face forward and search for my clothes without luck His shirt isn’t anywhere nearby either I’m captive I can’t leave Do I want to leave? I think maybe I should Or maybe I shouldn’t This s? Emotions? Passion That’s a safe word Or is it?