"Kelly closed his eyes and sighed. He certainly hoped that she couldstill be proud of him when she saw how far he had let Andie go towardturning the l...ttle misunderstanding into a big masquerade.***After two hours of running around in the afternoon sun, the boys weretaking a break. Richard, sitting in the stands with Sarah, waved at hisbrother Pete and held up a bottle of the blue athletic drink he knewPete preferred. Pete waved him to bring it down and Richard heldSarah's hand as they. " No, obviously," Ollie sighed. "You've met Laura." Yeah, yeah, brown hair, no tits," Dan rattled off. "I assumed youdumped her for this girl, which was obviously the right call." No, I didn't!" Ollie exclaimed in exasperation. "Why do you think Isaid that this isn't what you think?!"Dan gave a bewildered shrug. "What else am I supposed to think?" That she's just my friend maybe?" Ollie pointed out."Ah, you friend-zoned him, huh," Dan remarked, turning back to offer mea cocky grin. "Well,. Her cheek turning a dark shade of red in the rough shape of a hand, my wedding ring leaving a raised ridge where it made contact with her cheek bone. Utter shock captured in her facial expression. I pulled her head back and leant down for a kiss, this time met with no resistance. Her mouth opened in response to my prying tongue, in it slid, gliding over her own tongue, exploring the new mouth I had often fantasized about. With my free right hand I placed it on her knee and slowly slid it under. .. his own ragged breathing... a faint giggle...Aha. Behind the greenhouse. Of course.She swallowed hard as his footsteps approached. Those footsteps had to be him, women don't ever walk like that. Do they? No, it had to be him... Each footfall, warmer or colder, took forever. Was the hiding place she’d chosen too concealed? Would he give up and just walk away? The footsteps drew nearer, and suddenly it was him, very much so, all of him, right there, and she involuntarily stepped.
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