Second Chance At Love
The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine; I found myself holding my breath.
His voice was low and heavy as he muttered, "I think you do know, Sophie."
I turned my head slightly, our faces now inches apart. "Maybe I need you to remind me," I breathed, surprising myself with my boldness.
Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and kissed me, soft at first, then more demanding. | responded eagerly, my lips parting to allow him deeper. His hand moved from mine to my lap, tracing light, teasing patterns on my thighs.
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