His kiss—my god, his kiss!  It’s urgent and greedy, as if it’s something he needs, as opposed to something he’s doing.  I can’t remember the last time  kissing felt like this.

I don’t think it ever has.

It’s enough to make me forget where I am and whom I’m with. Then his hand slides into the back of my jeans, and reality slaps me in the face.

Which is exactly what I do to him.

 

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  1. on 29 Jun 2012 at 3:44 pmcat5050

    Can’t wait–this will be a fun one. And I really hope there will be more “news” and comments!

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    Valentina reply:

    @cat5050,

    The plan is to begin every chapter that way.

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  2. on 29 Jun 2012 at 5:23 pmJill

    excellent! I love a good face-slapping.

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  3. on 29 Jun 2012 at 5:42 pmMelymori

    asdfaskdas
    I hope, you can update tonight :)

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    Valentina reply:

    If not tonight, definitely tomorrow.

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