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That we were skin to skin was momentarily forgotten. Eventually, I whispered, "Why me?" "Hmm?" His fingertip traced the ridge of each of my cheekbones.
The longer he stroked, the louder the noises were that trickled past my lips.
I turned slightly so I could see her, somehow restraining from shaking my head. "Jolie, sweetie, you and I have been friends for years.
Shivers skating up my back.
He knew I couldn't last long with that kind of torture.
Another deep shudder passed through me, making my breath hitch.