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I pulled my knees up towith this kind of stuff To talk to guys about anything serious "You did"

He grunted "How do you know that?"

I openedI could say that supported the clai at hi with his life He had lived He had worked for soer than hi that set hiuys hat drew iddy realization Maybe it was because I still had alcohol buzzing through , I faced hi e--I rose up on aze, I pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it to the floor

His eyes darkened, traveling overthe lacy cup

"What are you doing?"

"C’mon You act like you haven’t seen me in a bra before I think you’ve seen me in less than this"

I slowly settled onto his lap, slipping my knees on either side of his hips

"That was different You’re conscious now"

I ser to his lips, enjoying touching hi the sensation of thatand useless for anything else "Can you lettells linted at me, but he didn’t , I lowered my head and pressed my open mouth to his neck I licked and sucked at the salty-clean taste of his skin I felt hi back up, ed it up He lifted his arreeted ht out of my chest

He was lean and hard His torso cut and defined My gaze dropped to his abs Screw six-pack I counted Was that an eight-pack?

A large tattoo covered the skin of his left pec, crawling up onto his shoulder My fingers chased the pattern of an eagle atop a globe and anchor I recognized it as the Marine insignia The na the years of his birth and death My chest tightened at further evidence that this guy was different Special

His breathing sawed roughly from his lips and when I lowered ue over him