His Unlovable Mate
she whispers in that light pretty voice, her hands moving down to my neck, the gap my shirt, gasping as I continue to kiss her, bending my head down to keep her plump soft lips to mine.
I know I’ve truly met my match because that’s exactly what I want to say too. Smiling, I grip her tighter, “I don’t have a clue but I’m not stopping now.”
“Oh no, thats not an option,” she replies sweetly before her fingertips sweep into my damp shirt and brush my collarbone. I'm sunk. All the time, the rain is smashing down upon us, making her slicker to the touch, her hair feel longer, my lips finding hers, chasing sparks, and illumination. “I’m Jessica by the way.”
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