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My hands felt weird from holding his wet collar but I didn't drop my hold. As I stared into his eyes some more, I began to feel the gentle yet burning air that escaped his nostrils.

That little emission caressed my skin the best way it could, the same way his wet chest couldn't help but stay glued to my body.

"What?" I heard him ask in response to the statement I dared to utter. I was about to pull his collar tighter to ensure that his attention was firmly on me when he found a way out of my hold and pushed me away while my feet stumbled one or two steps backward.

"You heard me." My jaws were clenched at that point as I watched disapproval perch on his fine face which I find myself staring at in awe from time to time. "I want us to be fuck buddies."

"Why? What sort of ridiculous suggestion is that? How can you be so reckless with such words?"

My lips almost curled into a smile. There was something about Damon Jones questioning my words that just drove me insane. Each time