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Envy
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She can't help but wonder how many other lips have been kissed by his.
She doesn't delude herself with the idea she's the first girl in his life. That would be silly. He has twenty years on her. And he was the irresistible mysterious drop-dead gorgeous type for all of those. Probably had them lining up.
She gets jealous. Obviously.
Because she knows that an unknown number of women knows what he tastes like.
And she doesn't.
He never lets things between them escalate to naked and sweaty. Because, he says, she's too young, and she's not ready. He doesn't want to take advantage of her.
So she's left to wonder when he did it for the first time. Where.
With who.
Probably someone extremely beautiful. Smart and talented.
She hates that woman with all her soul. Because that woman had him, and that woman felt him. That woman shared with him the one thing she wants so bad.
She wants to feel him too.
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