Benedict Autumn is soft in my arms. That’s the first thing I notice. She’s soft, and she smells good.I press my lips to hers, and she stiffens in surprise. One of her hands is on my chest, and I wonder if she’s going to push me away. That would put a damper on this whole thing for sure.But she doesn’t. She makes a soft, surprised noise, her eyes flaring in shock. I don’t move away though. I keep kissing her, letting my fingers slide into her hair, trying to coax her with my body to play along.Bit by bit, she gives in to it. She slowly starts to melt against me, the soft curves of her body pressing into mine. Her lips soften, and I grip her hair loosely, deepening the kiss a little.Autumn goes with it, kissing me back.It feels good. Kissing always does, when you do it right, and Autumn is nice to kiss. Better than nice, even. But at the same time, I have to wonder what the fuck I’m doing.There have been a bunch of moments like that in my life. Where I got caught up in the impu
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