"If I made love to you now . . . touched you the way I'm going to touch you, I'd wear you out before this course was over."
Blue was not a criminal; neither was Tre, or Kevin, or Chris, or me.
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We were invincible.
Even as he breathed on the crook of my neck, I pulled his tousled hair.
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"Chris," I heard myself say. As I removed my sweater and bra strap, he grabbed my arm and trapped it firmly on the wall. Then he replaced one strap over my shoulder.
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Finding my gaze, he mumbled, "Not yet."
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