![]() ![]() I ran them up his ribs, over his back and shoulders, feeling, feeling, feeling. What did he do? He jerked away from me, just an inch, only an inch, pulling his shirt over his head and putting my hands back at his sides. So this was… I didn’t even think twice before dipping my fingers under the hem of his shirt, my thumbs brushing the soft skin there. ![]() It had been many, many years since I’d put relationships on hold to focus on my career. Years had passed since the last time I’d had a boyfriend. Something big and hard brushed against my hip as he held me. His grip was desperate, like he wanted to crawl inside of me. I took the time to suck his tongue into my mouth, greedy and selfish. ![]() His other hand reached for my jaw, cradling it. His hands had a mind of their own, one going straight for the back of my head, burying deep into the thick, wet hair I’d thrown up into a knot. My hands reached for his sides, stroking his ribs before drifting to his waist. The game and the loss became a memory and a worry for another time. ![]()
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