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ALEXViolet tastes like chocolate and wine Her lips are soft, and she does this thing with her tongue—there she goes again I re lot; it’s not okay to get her naked

Violet breaks the kiss “Um, hi” Her hand is on my chest, her face flushed I’m almost all the way out of my seat, on top of her

“Shit Sorry You taste really good” Because that’s an excuse for ju her in my car

She licks her lips “Thanks So do you”

I rearrange ear “Let me show you where I live”

In the past five years, I’ve been on a handful of dates where I’ve been interested enough to go on a second one Of those, very few h ht appear in the tabloids frequently, I prefer privacy in my personal life I take back roads to the outskirts of the city

“You said you didn’t have a lair,” Violet says as I turn into my driveway The house is almost completely obscured by a bend in the drive

I laugh “I don’t I promise”

“You better not I’m not into lairs” The house comes into view “Oh,This is definitely not lairish”

I pull into the four-car garage where I store e with black stripes, a speedboat, two Sea-Doos, and a pair of four-wheelers

“You have a lot of things with engines”

“This is just the stuff I keep here I have lakefront property an hour away and a cottage in Ontario with more water toys It’s where I spend my time in the off-season”

“Sidney has a cottage I always picture the His is more like a house on a lake”

“Do you ever go?” Maybe Butterson’s Facebook pictures came from a vacation there

“We try to ood at water sports”

“Water skiing isn’t hard I’m sure I could teach you”

Violet snorts “Yeah I can barely get the hang of yoga, and you want to strap boards tome across water?”

“You erous”

“All sports are dangerous Especially hockey”