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Chapter Two
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The spring was coming and as if my mood depended on it, happiness was with me. Spring reminded me of love and feelings, which reminded me of Martin, which reminded me of how happy I was. I could seem silly... I don't know... but love tends to do that to people. It makes them seem stupid and dumb or silly but it makes them see all the good things about life; see the good side of everything. Everything seemed perfectly fine.
That's what was happening to me. Every place I looked at, all I could see was good things, beautiful scenes. As I sat outside my apartment, in the balcony, I looked down at the people passing by. I twisted a lock of my hair around my finger, as my other hand was supporting my head while its elbow was resting over the railing.
New York is a dark city. A lot of gray and brown and dark colors but all I seemed to see were yellow and red and blue. Even the sky was brighter then it used to be. How silly, I know... But I was happy.
I sighed and looked down at my wrist to check the hour one more time. Two minutes since the last time I had done that... What was taking Martin so long? He had called and said he'd be here within 20 minutes and it was already... I looked at my watch to check the hour yet again and the time read... well, it wasn't even 15 minutes yet. Ok, all right, I throw my hands up in surrender... I sighed in frustration and sat on the iron bank in the balcony.
After endless two minutes I heard a light knock on the door and practically jumped from the bank to open it. "Hey." I didn't even give him time to answer for I was already in his arms. I pulled back and immediately joined our lips in a breath taking kiss.
A little too desperate, I know, but I missed him. A lot. Even being only a few hours since I had last seen him. After our making out session in the parking lot at the FBI building I couldn't take him out of my mind. I longed to see his smile and to smell his scent. I was seriously thinking about buying the same cologne he used so I could smell it whenever I wanted, without having that crazy need for him.
When I finally pulled my lips away he started chuckling but kept one arm around my waist. "I should come over more often."
"Damn right you should."
He kissed me again and led me inside so he could close the door with our lips still locked. "I stopped by the Blockbuster." He said lifting a plastic bag, which I noticed for the first time he was holding.
"Movies? What did you pick?" I asked trying to peek inside the bag and see as we walked to the TV room.
He handed me the bag and walked towards the opposite direction, what, with all my wonderful perception of things, I immediately noticed. Why was he walking away from me? Why was he going to one side when I was going to the couch? Was I being ridiculous? I think I was because I didn't feel like I could do something about him going away even wanting to.
The thing was, the realistic Sam seemed to be on vacation...
"Take a look yourself. I'm going to order pizza." His voice brought me from my retarded land and back to reality.
Oh... Err...
Dumb Samantha was back to earth.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really." Someway I managed to shoo away dumbness and bring my voice back, steady and normal. Just like Samantha's voice would sound. "But order for me too. We never know." I muttered and opened the bag to check the movies. A Walk to Remember. Seen. Moulin Rouge. Seen. The Ring. Oooooo, seen, but I love this movie.
And he knew I loved. It was a scary movie but after I watching it for three times it wasn't scary anymore. He only ranted this movie because I snuggled into him, as if his male bravery would save me from the unreal monster that'd improbable come out of the TV and grab me. Pff.... ridiculous, but he liked to feel as if he could protect me. Ha, like I didn't have a gun to do so... Well... let him.
"The pizza will be here in 20 minutes."
"Good."
He put the phone down and walked back to me. Ahhhhh, the way it should be. I mean, if I'm here what's the reason to Martin be there? When he was close enough he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him only to bury his face in my neck and place tiny kisses there. Hummmmm..... "... Good...." I whispered, or... well, it could be called a purr because it sounded more like a purr.
"Tasty." He whispered with a smile on his lips. Don't ask... I just felt his lips turning up.
"Of course." I said using the opportunity that his lips weren't on my neck and I had control over my voice to speak. "I have to be... juicy for my man."
He pulled away and looked at me with a stunned expression and I smirked. Ha, see? He was the one dumb now. Finally. Seeing my smile one of his own started to form and he tilted his head then a light chuckle escaped from his mouth. "Really?"
I raised my eyebrows and nodded and soon his hands were on my hips and his lips over mine. He kissed me in such a way he had never done before. He slowly kissed my lips seeming to be tasting them, using his tongue to play with me. His hands started to creep under my shirt, slowly caressing my belly and up until he felt my bra. He stopped there, using his fingers to caress right where my bra stopped them. I couldn't stop a moan from coming out of my mouth.
He pulled away but I hadn't strength enough to open my eyes, so I just stayed there, dumb again, with my eyes closed and my mouth open, trying to catch as much air as I could. "You sure are tasty."
I bit my lip, trying to stop a smile and slowly opened my eyes, then stared at him. This would be a fun night. A really fun one.
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"The movie is over." I heard his whispered words in my ear and slightly stirred, focusing back on the TV. I think I fell asleep in the middle of it and didn't get to snuggle into Martin. Poor Martin. "You fell asleep."
"I didn't." I tried a failed attempt to stop a yawn putting my hand over my mouth. "I was just taking a nap."
"Yeah. I could even hear you snoring."
"I don't snore." I said back and looked at the watch to... err; see how long I had been sleeping. "Hey, it's almost midnight."
"Yeah."
I started to get up, but Martin's hand quickly stopped me. "Where are you going?"
"Come on." I took his hand from me and held it with my own, pulling him up. "I want to show you something."
He got up and walked with me to the balcony. "There." I pointed out to a building across the street. The lights were on and there was the shadow of a person walking around. "See that? Where the lights are on?"
"Yeah."
"Can you hear?"
He kept quite for a second or two then smiled at me. "Yeah."
A soft melody was coming from that apartment and I closed my eyes to hear it better. "Every night, the sir who lives there hears Breakfast at Tiffany's soundtrack until midnight."
"Really?" I nodded sleepy and Martin looked down to check his watch. He kept looking at it until it was midnight and the music stopped then, a few seconds later the lights went out. He looked at me and smiled then placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Come on, let's go to bed. You're sleeping over your feet."
"Hmm..."
With me in his arms, we slowly walked to my bedroom and Martin helped me to climb on the bed. As soon as I was comfortable, he pulled the blankets over me and kissed my forehead again. "G'night. I love you." He said and started to stand.
I held his hand and pulled him. "Stay." I whispered sleepy and without a word he laid beside me after taking off his shoes.
One more night in Martin's arms. I don't know how I lived so long without it and now that I had tried it I wasn't willing to let him go. Never again.
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"Sam!"
Oh no... please, don't let it be him... please... I silently prayed, as I turned frightened it would be him. Damn, it was. "Danny." I sighed his name out and gave him a half hearted smile. I think God was mad at me...
"So, we haven't spoken in a while." He sneered, his face held that smirk of his.
"Really? I didn't notice." I looked back at the white board. After Martin I never thought work would be the most important thing in my life, but at that very moment, it was.
"Oh, well, we should catch up then." I turned to him with a dead serious worried expression on my face. He only smirked and kept on talking. "My Valentine's Day sucked. I stayed at home all day, thank you for asking. How about yours?" He leaned on the table and put a hand over it to support his body.
I turned back to the white board. "Good." I answered without looking at him as I kept reading what was written on it. "As you see I survived the day." I said matter of factly.
"Much more than just survived." He muttered under a chuckle.
I sighed again and finally turned to look at him. My God, was I going to be under such interrogation every time I met Danny? It's been three weeks already since Valentine's Day and still Danny found a new away to mock me. And, well, catching us in the middle of a make out session a while ago didn't help matters either. He seemed to have re-charged his batteries... or his vocabulary because he always had new words to say, or to mock me.
I wondered if Martin suffered the same. 'I hope so' my evil side barked in my head. I know I should only want good things to Martin, but that was my evil self coming out, what did you expect?
"I'm here, ain't I? And alive. And still talking to Martin. You can imagine."
"Come on, Sam. Tell me something I don't know yet."
"Well," I stopped to think of something that wouldn't be dangerous or a reason for Danny to make fun of me. Then I remembered something. "I used the sweatshirt you gave me."
"Really?" His face lit up and a smile formed across his lips. So, Danny, how old are you? I wondered again.
"Yup."
"Cool."
"Yeah." I said without any emotion whatsoever.
"Really."
"I know."
"I mean..."
"Danny!" I lifted one hand mentioning him to shut up, but glad he had changed the subject from me. "We still have work to do."
"I know." He nodded and came closer to me to look at the white board too.
I should use the time to put a lot of things in his head so he'd be too busy to think of me and Martin.
Jesus Christ... he was really a child...
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"You up for drinks?"
He looked up at me with a start. Did I startle him? Humm, why would I even startle him? Then he sighed and I didn't like it. Oh no, I didn't like it at all. "I can't." Damn...
I made a disappointed face and let out a breathed "Oh." I took my eyes from his and brought it down to the papers in front of him. Have you hated your job so much as I did then? I mean; I liked my job but the paperwork? Nah. And worse, when I couldn't do as I wished because of it, especially for it keeping Martin working... "Too much paperwork?"
He sighed again and lifted the load on the table then brought it down again. "Unfortunately. But well... this needs to be done."
"Not good..." I didn't mean to sound needy but when you love someone so much and you feel like your life depends on this person, then, sounding needy is the last of your worries... Not that I was really worried. I didn't need to keep anything from Martin any longer. Now I felt as if I should tell him everything and he made me at easy enough to do so.
He let a light chuckle escape from his mouth as he kept staring at me with those amazing eyes. Seriously, I could stay my entire life just looking at them and not miss a damn thing in the world. Not miss a single thing. My face broke with a smile as I stared back at him without saying a word, neither of us saying a thing.
Then he placed a gentle hand on my leg and squeezed it softly. He didn't take his hand away, let it there, right over my leg, caressing it. His touch was warm; I could feel it even through the material of my black pants. And it was so gentle and careful. I mean, he couldn't hurt me by touching me, but he acted as if I was made of porcelain and could break with of a single touch of him.
"You coming over tonight?"
"Sure." He nodded just as he got up to stood in front of me. "As soon as I'm done I'm outta here."
"Ok. I'll make something for dinner."
"Can I choose? I mean, since I'll be the one to do the cooking."
I narrowed my lips and eyes and slapped him playfully on the arm. Of course he's the one to do the cooking. The kitchen had already a vengeance plan against me and every time I even tried to get near it, I felt the bad vibe... I hate kitchens; they hate me. Simple. I don't get near it and I won't get burn. Hmm... Err, retarded speech...
He let his jaw fall as he scoffed faking a surprised face. "Samantha... How could you..."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop a smile of my own. "Don't waste your breath. You could waste it doing much more benefic things."
"Oh, really? Like what?"
"Oh, maybe kissing me." I said mimicking the way he had spoken his words.
"I told you before, I like the way you think." He spoke with his mouth an inch from mine, his breathe right on my face. He leaned in and placed a tiny kiss on my lips and pulled away before my brain could even register he had kissed me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him searching for any sign of mockery but he had a serious face, well, besides the smile on his lips. "And you call this a kiss?"
"What? Do you want me to give you a breath taking kiss right here?"
"What's the problem?" I scoffed trying to figure it out myself the reason of his amusement.
He started laughing like I had just said a stupid joke, because you know, the stupidest jokes are the ones people laugh the most, and this irritated me. I kept a straight face and my arms firmly over my chest as I stared at him and waited until he had calmed himself.
He leaned even closer and whispered in my ear, "I can barely touch you without turning you on."
Ok, now I felt my cheek burning and I'm sure I blushed. I probably was red like an apple. Well, it's not my fault if my boyfriend was so damn hot... I mean, if you were the one dating him would you be able to control yourself? Of course not! Just look at him. "Oh, shut up." I mumbled.
He started chuckling softly and soon a smiled formed over my lips. Seriously I could not stay mad at him. I could not even be mad at him, or pretend to be. "You're just too cute."
"Ha, cute..." I muttered lamely mimicking his voice, but I was smiling. "I'm going now."
"All right. I won't take too long."
"'Kay. I'll be waiting you." I whispered onto his lips and kissed him really quick. What do you think? I couldn't leave without giving his one last kiss... for the time being, that is.
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Chapter Two
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The spring was coming and as if my mood depended on it, happiness was with me. Spring reminded me of love and feelings, which reminded me of Martin, which reminded me of how happy I was. I could seem silly... I don't know... but love tends to do that to people. It makes them seem stupid and dumb or silly but it makes them see all the good things about life; see the good side of everything. Everything seemed perfectly fine.
That's what was happening to me. Every place I looked at, all I could see was good things, beautiful scenes. As I sat outside my apartment, in the balcony, I looked down at the people passing by. I twisted a lock of my hair around my finger, as my other hand was supporting my head while its elbow was resting over the railing.
New York is a dark city. A lot of gray and brown and dark colors but all I seemed to see were yellow and red and blue. Even the sky was brighter then it used to be. How silly, I know... But I was happy.
I sighed and looked down at my wrist to check the hour one more time. Two minutes since the last time I had done that... What was taking Martin so long? He had called and said he'd be here within 20 minutes and it was already... I looked at my watch to check the hour yet again and the time read... well, it wasn't even 15 minutes yet. Ok, all right, I throw my hands up in surrender... I sighed in frustration and sat on the iron bank in the balcony.
After endless two minutes I heard a light knock on the door and practically jumped from the bank to open it. "Hey." I didn't even give him time to answer for I was already in his arms. I pulled back and immediately joined our lips in a breath taking kiss.
A little too desperate, I know, but I missed him. A lot. Even being only a few hours since I had last seen him. After our making out session in the parking lot at the FBI building I couldn't take him out of my mind. I longed to see his smile and to smell his scent. I was seriously thinking about buying the same cologne he used so I could smell it whenever I wanted, without having that crazy need for him.
When I finally pulled my lips away he started chuckling but kept one arm around my waist. "I should come over more often."
"Damn right you should."
He kissed me again and led me inside so he could close the door with our lips still locked. "I stopped by the Blockbuster." He said lifting a plastic bag, which I noticed for the first time he was holding.
"Movies? What did you pick?" I asked trying to peek inside the bag and see as we walked to the TV room.
He handed me the bag and walked towards the opposite direction, what, with all my wonderful perception of things, I immediately noticed. Why was he walking away from me? Why was he going to one side when I was going to the couch? Was I being ridiculous? I think I was because I didn't feel like I could do something about him going away even wanting to.
The thing was, the realistic Sam seemed to be on vacation...
"Take a look yourself. I'm going to order pizza." His voice brought me from my retarded land and back to reality.
Oh... Err...
Dumb Samantha was back to earth.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really." Someway I managed to shoo away dumbness and bring my voice back, steady and normal. Just like Samantha's voice would sound. "But order for me too. We never know." I muttered and opened the bag to check the movies. A Walk to Remember. Seen. Moulin Rouge. Seen. The Ring. Oooooo, seen, but I love this movie.
And he knew I loved. It was a scary movie but after I watching it for three times it wasn't scary anymore. He only ranted this movie because I snuggled into him, as if his male bravery would save me from the unreal monster that'd improbable come out of the TV and grab me. Pff.... ridiculous, but he liked to feel as if he could protect me. Ha, like I didn't have a gun to do so... Well... let him.
"The pizza will be here in 20 minutes."
"Good."
He put the phone down and walked back to me. Ahhhhh, the way it should be. I mean, if I'm here what's the reason to Martin be there? When he was close enough he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him only to bury his face in my neck and place tiny kisses there. Hummmmm..... "... Good...." I whispered, or... well, it could be called a purr because it sounded more like a purr.
"Tasty." He whispered with a smile on his lips. Don't ask... I just felt his lips turning up.
"Of course." I said using the opportunity that his lips weren't on my neck and I had control over my voice to speak. "I have to be... juicy for my man."
He pulled away and looked at me with a stunned expression and I smirked. Ha, see? He was the one dumb now. Finally. Seeing my smile one of his own started to form and he tilted his head then a light chuckle escaped from his mouth. "Really?"
I raised my eyebrows and nodded and soon his hands were on my hips and his lips over mine. He kissed me in such a way he had never done before. He slowly kissed my lips seeming to be tasting them, using his tongue to play with me. His hands started to creep under my shirt, slowly caressing my belly and up until he felt my bra. He stopped there, using his fingers to caress right where my bra stopped them. I couldn't stop a moan from coming out of my mouth.
He pulled away but I hadn't strength enough to open my eyes, so I just stayed there, dumb again, with my eyes closed and my mouth open, trying to catch as much air as I could. "You sure are tasty."
I bit my lip, trying to stop a smile and slowly opened my eyes, then stared at him. This would be a fun night. A really fun one.
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"The movie is over." I heard his whispered words in my ear and slightly stirred, focusing back on the TV. I think I fell asleep in the middle of it and didn't get to snuggle into Martin. Poor Martin. "You fell asleep."
"I didn't." I tried a failed attempt to stop a yawn putting my hand over my mouth. "I was just taking a nap."
"Yeah. I could even hear you snoring."
"I don't snore." I said back and looked at the watch to... err; see how long I had been sleeping. "Hey, it's almost midnight."
"Yeah."
I started to get up, but Martin's hand quickly stopped me. "Where are you going?"
"Come on." I took his hand from me and held it with my own, pulling him up. "I want to show you something."
He got up and walked with me to the balcony. "There." I pointed out to a building across the street. The lights were on and there was the shadow of a person walking around. "See that? Where the lights are on?"
"Yeah."
"Can you hear?"
He kept quite for a second or two then smiled at me. "Yeah."
A soft melody was coming from that apartment and I closed my eyes to hear it better. "Every night, the sir who lives there hears Breakfast at Tiffany's soundtrack until midnight."
"Really?" I nodded sleepy and Martin looked down to check his watch. He kept looking at it until it was midnight and the music stopped then, a few seconds later the lights went out. He looked at me and smiled then placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Come on, let's go to bed. You're sleeping over your feet."
"Hmm..."
With me in his arms, we slowly walked to my bedroom and Martin helped me to climb on the bed. As soon as I was comfortable, he pulled the blankets over me and kissed my forehead again. "G'night. I love you." He said and started to stand.
I held his hand and pulled him. "Stay." I whispered sleepy and without a word he laid beside me after taking off his shoes.
One more night in Martin's arms. I don't know how I lived so long without it and now that I had tried it I wasn't willing to let him go. Never again.
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"Sam!"
Oh no... please, don't let it be him... please... I silently prayed, as I turned frightened it would be him. Damn, it was. "Danny." I sighed his name out and gave him a half hearted smile. I think God was mad at me...
"So, we haven't spoken in a while." He sneered, his face held that smirk of his.
"Really? I didn't notice." I looked back at the white board. After Martin I never thought work would be the most important thing in my life, but at that very moment, it was.
"Oh, well, we should catch up then." I turned to him with a dead serious worried expression on my face. He only smirked and kept on talking. "My Valentine's Day sucked. I stayed at home all day, thank you for asking. How about yours?" He leaned on the table and put a hand over it to support his body.
I turned back to the white board. "Good." I answered without looking at him as I kept reading what was written on it. "As you see I survived the day." I said matter of factly.
"Much more than just survived." He muttered under a chuckle.
I sighed again and finally turned to look at him. My God, was I going to be under such interrogation every time I met Danny? It's been three weeks already since Valentine's Day and still Danny found a new away to mock me. And, well, catching us in the middle of a make out session a while ago didn't help matters either. He seemed to have re-charged his batteries... or his vocabulary because he always had new words to say, or to mock me.
I wondered if Martin suffered the same. 'I hope so' my evil side barked in my head. I know I should only want good things to Martin, but that was my evil self coming out, what did you expect?
"I'm here, ain't I? And alive. And still talking to Martin. You can imagine."
"Come on, Sam. Tell me something I don't know yet."
"Well," I stopped to think of something that wouldn't be dangerous or a reason for Danny to make fun of me. Then I remembered something. "I used the sweatshirt you gave me."
"Really?" His face lit up and a smile formed across his lips. So, Danny, how old are you? I wondered again.
"Yup."
"Cool."
"Yeah." I said without any emotion whatsoever.
"Really."
"I know."
"I mean..."
"Danny!" I lifted one hand mentioning him to shut up, but glad he had changed the subject from me. "We still have work to do."
"I know." He nodded and came closer to me to look at the white board too.
I should use the time to put a lot of things in his head so he'd be too busy to think of me and Martin.
Jesus Christ... he was really a child...
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"You up for drinks?"
He looked up at me with a start. Did I startle him? Humm, why would I even startle him? Then he sighed and I didn't like it. Oh no, I didn't like it at all. "I can't." Damn...
I made a disappointed face and let out a breathed "Oh." I took my eyes from his and brought it down to the papers in front of him. Have you hated your job so much as I did then? I mean; I liked my job but the paperwork? Nah. And worse, when I couldn't do as I wished because of it, especially for it keeping Martin working... "Too much paperwork?"
He sighed again and lifted the load on the table then brought it down again. "Unfortunately. But well... this needs to be done."
"Not good..." I didn't mean to sound needy but when you love someone so much and you feel like your life depends on this person, then, sounding needy is the last of your worries... Not that I was really worried. I didn't need to keep anything from Martin any longer. Now I felt as if I should tell him everything and he made me at easy enough to do so.
He let a light chuckle escape from his mouth as he kept staring at me with those amazing eyes. Seriously, I could stay my entire life just looking at them and not miss a damn thing in the world. Not miss a single thing. My face broke with a smile as I stared back at him without saying a word, neither of us saying a thing.
Then he placed a gentle hand on my leg and squeezed it softly. He didn't take his hand away, let it there, right over my leg, caressing it. His touch was warm; I could feel it even through the material of my black pants. And it was so gentle and careful. I mean, he couldn't hurt me by touching me, but he acted as if I was made of porcelain and could break with of a single touch of him.
"You coming over tonight?"
"Sure." He nodded just as he got up to stood in front of me. "As soon as I'm done I'm outta here."
"Ok. I'll make something for dinner."
"Can I choose? I mean, since I'll be the one to do the cooking."
I narrowed my lips and eyes and slapped him playfully on the arm. Of course he's the one to do the cooking. The kitchen had already a vengeance plan against me and every time I even tried to get near it, I felt the bad vibe... I hate kitchens; they hate me. Simple. I don't get near it and I won't get burn. Hmm... Err, retarded speech...
He let his jaw fall as he scoffed faking a surprised face. "Samantha... How could you..."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop a smile of my own. "Don't waste your breath. You could waste it doing much more benefic things."
"Oh, really? Like what?"
"Oh, maybe kissing me." I said mimicking the way he had spoken his words.
"I told you before, I like the way you think." He spoke with his mouth an inch from mine, his breathe right on my face. He leaned in and placed a tiny kiss on my lips and pulled away before my brain could even register he had kissed me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him searching for any sign of mockery but he had a serious face, well, besides the smile on his lips. "And you call this a kiss?"
"What? Do you want me to give you a breath taking kiss right here?"
"What's the problem?" I scoffed trying to figure it out myself the reason of his amusement.
He started laughing like I had just said a stupid joke, because you know, the stupidest jokes are the ones people laugh the most, and this irritated me. I kept a straight face and my arms firmly over my chest as I stared at him and waited until he had calmed himself.
He leaned even closer and whispered in my ear, "I can barely touch you without turning you on."
Ok, now I felt my cheek burning and I'm sure I blushed. I probably was red like an apple. Well, it's not my fault if my boyfriend was so damn hot... I mean, if you were the one dating him would you be able to control yourself? Of course not! Just look at him. "Oh, shut up." I mumbled.
He started chuckling softly and soon a smiled formed over my lips. Seriously I could not stay mad at him. I could not even be mad at him, or pretend to be. "You're just too cute."
"Ha, cute..." I muttered lamely mimicking his voice, but I was smiling. "I'm going now."
"All right. I won't take too long."
"'Kay. I'll be waiting you." I whispered onto his lips and kissed him really quick. What do you think? I couldn't leave without giving his one last kiss... for the time being, that is.
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