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Their first time, they move from the front door to her bedroom in a frenzy, two bodies moving as one. She takes charge on her bed, hands all over him, anxious to get him out of his clothes.
She'd always assumed he would be muscular all over, like the ripples in his tattooed arms, but the first time that her hands find their way under the hem of his wife-beater, she finds that his stomach is soft…more tummy than rock-hard abs.
He snorts a giggle.
Ticklish? Paul? But she dismisses her surprise immediately because nothing about him surprises her anymore.