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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 11, 2010 20:58:45 GMT 2
Early morning 4 oclock
Faye swallowed down the bile that thretened to spew from her mouth, she didnt actually really know how she had driven home, not in the state she had been in, the whisky that night, or was it that morninig, everything had blended into one, who would have thought that only days ago she had been getting engaged, and then last night she had found solace in another mans arms, al because Jack hadnt been able to keep it in his pants, or he had, and she had been stupid to belive the pictures, but they were pictures, clear as day, a lot of things could be faked, but a kiss, surley not.
With a sigh she smoothed her hand through her hair, the sun had barely rose over the horrizen and she knew that her alchol fuled night, and morning had played havic with her appearence. Her hair was messily thrown in a bobblle, dark bags under her eyes, she reeked of alchol and she knew that if she had been pulled she would have filed the breath test, drastically.
When she had finally turned on her phone at 3 that morning she had found hundreds of messagse from Jack, both voice mail and texts, and in each one he sounded more and more desperate, more and more drunk, surley that wasnt the sound of a guilty man, but an innocent one.
Slowly she pulled herself from the car, knowing that despite the fact it was 4 in the morning he would be awake, in a drunken state, but awaken none the less. SHe was almost afraid to enter the house, her hands shakeing as she entered the house, Daniel had offered to drive her, and she had declined, sneaking out when he had left to get more alchol. With a breath she stepped into the living room, her eyes falling on Jack, he looked about as good as she felt, and about as good as she herself looked.
She almost lost it there and then, her lip wavering as she looked at him, she had promised herself that if he couldnt give her an honest, decent answer about how and where those pictures came to be, then she was leaving, packing a bag and heading as far away from the place as she could. Words failed her though, and she turned away from him, deciding instead to head upstairs, she shouldnt have come here she realized, not in her own druken state, and especially in his.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 11, 2010 23:03:57 GMT 2
Jack took another gulp of the already half empty Vodka bottle in his hand. It had long since become tasteless in his far from sober state, but it was all he had to keep him from calling that damned number again, only to get directed to voice mail straight. If she hadn't picked up the last couple, or maybe more than a couple of times, than she wasn't going to pick up now, was she. He shook his head while his eyes moved to his cell phone on the table in front of him, lingering there for a moment before he snatched it up and angrily threw it against the wall, the thing shattering at the hard impact. The piece of shit was obviously useless if it couldn't bring him in to contact with the one person he wanted to be with. How could it even have gone from good, perfect, to worse than shit.
Another gulp followed while he held a piece of paper in front of his eyes without really seeing it anymore. Not after staring at it for so long. A goddamn picture of his lips pressed against some chick's, or better yet, hers were pressed against his. He had burned them all, except for this one as he tapped it mindlessly against his hand. If he hadn't actually been there that night, he would have believed the pictures himself, but fuck it if they weren't a lie. He could and would never do that to Faye.
His eyes snapped up when he heard the front door open. If it was Brian, offering more of his bullshit sympathy, he'd be more than willing to kick his brother's ass right back to the curb, but when his gaze fell on someone else, he couldn't believe his own eyes. There she was, or at least he thought she was if his drunk mind didn't play tricks on him, but instead of coming toward him so he could hold her and make sure she was really here, she turned away, moving toward the stairs and that's when he snapped. He didn't notice the bottle or the picture sliding from his hands when he stood up, taking fast strides toward her before he grabbed her arm and twisted her around, cornering her with her back against the wall in an almost aggressive manner. If she was real, he wasn't going to let her get away a second time.
"You're here.." He finally mumbled after a silence that seemed to last forever, his hand reaching up to touch the side of her face while an unsure smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Shit, he couldn't believe it.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 12, 2010 6:50:40 GMT 2
Faye was shocked when his hand cruled around her arm, shocked by both the force and the fact he was actually stopping her from leaving, her back hit the wall and she barley registered the pain of the action, her dark eyes were clouded with anger and hurt as she looked up at him, shakeing her head her brow furrowed as she heaved in a breath, her gaze wondering over to the picture, she didnt need to see what it was, she knew what it was, had burned it into her mind. Roughly shakeing her arm free she stood, agasint the wall, her gaze locked onto his.
"She worth it?" She questioned, her voice tight with anger, and a thought past through her mind breifly, this was the exact reason she left in the first place, she knew that if she had stayed that night she wouldnt have given him a chance to explain, she was to angry to deal with it, to angry to listen to reason, to the part of her that was tellign her that Jack would never do that to her, but then, she had thought he would never leave her either and he had, and now here she was dealing with this when she was drunk.
With a heaved in breath she pushed at his chest, trying to get some distance between them, but he wouldnt move, shaking her head she turned her gaze away from him, hands balled into a fist at her side, why wouldnt he just give her space, he got what he had wanted right? he had commited again and now he was running, again?
"Move Jack" She whispered, her eyes giving way for the hurt she was truely feeling.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 12, 2010 18:19:19 GMT 2
Jack should have seen that question coming and yet he was completely unprepared for it. The smile dropped from his face in an instant, his eyes suddenly simmering with anger when the palm of his hand hit the wall right next to her head in response, his arm blocking her only way out. He always did have trouble controlling his emotions, especially when he was wasted beyond believe, and it didn't occur to him that he might be scaring her as he got even closer to her, taking the last of whatever personal space she had left while he easily held his ground against her pushing hands on his chest.
"You honestly think I hooked up with that chick? You really think I would do that?" He practically growled, voice low and almost threatening while his free hand grabbed a hold of hers, forcing it up in front of her own face to show the engagement ring around her finger. "What do you think this is to me. A joke?"
The palm of his hand hit the wall next to her head again out of pure frustration, the expression on his face changing from anger to pained while he let go of her hand and cupped the side of her face instead, forcing her to look at him.
"Baby, you have to believe me. I didn't fucking touch her, I swear." He mumbled, sounding more desperate and pleading this time. He somehow had to make her see the truth. Even though the pictures were hard evidence against whatever he had to say, he couldn't let her walk out of his life for a mistake he hadn't even made.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 12, 2010 19:25:10 GMT 2
Faye heaved in a shaking breath, her dark eyes locked on the man in front of her, she saw the smile drop from his face, anger bleeding into his normally carefree eyes, the hand smacking agasint the wall at the side of her head had fear shooting through her body, she jumped, breath leaving her body in quick bursts, hands shaking as she stared at him. Swallowing she turned away from him again, not looking at the ring, she couldnt, she'd just end up breaking down once more. She wasnt here for that, she was here to find out the truth and god damn it if his words wernt hurting her, but the hold he had on her was hurting her more.
Instead of doing what she actually felt like doing, which was allowing her tears to flow, the secoind time he hit the wall, this time even closer to her head her eyes turned angry, as she balled her hands into fists, hitting him, hard on the chest. "fuck you Jack" SHe hissed, roughly pulling her face from his tender hands.
"Explain the pictures Jack, how can you explain the pictures, you were kissing her" SHe hissed, "You cant fake that Jack" She swallowed, this time the anger bleeding from her own eyes slightly, brow knitted in pain as she let out a breath, her mind was spinning, she so wanted to belive him, belive that he wasnt lying to her, that he wouldnt do that to her.
"God damn it" She hissed her eyes finally locking onto his, surley if he was lying to her, he wouldnt be like this, wouldnt have this pain or anger in his eyes, she heaved in a breath. "Promise me Jack, tell me you didnt, explain how the hell there is a picture of you kissing that bitch" She half sobbed, and half snapped in anger.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 13, 2010 0:04:08 GMT 2
Jack was oblivious of what his angry outbursts were doing to her, missing every sign. From her quickening breath to her widening eyes, none of it registered despite the fact that he knew about her past. It wasn't until her fists connected surprisingly painful with his chest that he realized what he was doing, the angry bite in her words cutting through him like a knife, yet he still didn't back off, afraid that if he did, he'd loose her completely and this was still fixable, right? It had to be.
His hand remained hovering uselessly in the air when she pulled away from it, the muscles in his jaws tightening at the accusation. The picture wasn't fake, hell, he could still feel those luscious lips on his, but it hadn't been him who had kissed her nor had he answered it despite how temping it had been after having consumed a few drinks.
"I am telling you, Faye..." He mumbled as he cupped the side of her face once more, his other hand joining on the opposite side the moment she threatened to pull away from his touch again while he looked her straight in the eyes. "I'm telling you, I didn't kiss her. She had her lips on mine before I even knew what hit me, ok? I didn't kiss her back. It was ended before it even had a chance to start, I swear to fucking god..."
He trailed his thumb softly over her lips before he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips on hers in a slow kiss. He didn't care if she was going to fight it, if he would receive a slap in his face or worse. He just needed to be close to the girl he loved, touch her and taste her instead of the fucking alcohol on his breath.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 13, 2010 20:32:42 GMT 2
Faye knitted her brows together as she looked at the man in front of him, she loved him so freaking much and she wished and prayed she could believe him, but there was still a part of her that despite his words, she just couldnt, a part of her mind telling her that it was a lie, pictures didnt lie, and he himself had admited he, or she had kissed him, she swallowed, fighting agasint the tears that were threating to fall. She was doing a compleate 180, her anger dissipating, turning into sadness once more.
The thumb trailing over her lip did nothing for it, and when his pressed agasint her, easing her into the kiss, urging her to respond, she did, her body sinking into his, musles loosening, her hand rested agasint his chest and she sighed, the first tears slipping down her cheeks as she pushed him away.
"Then why the hell were you comeing out of the bathroom with you" She questioned, her dark brown eyes watering as she shook her head, his body had relaxed enough for her to push past him, finally gaining the much needed space, she needed to breath, to think, she couldnt understand how something so brilliant had gone down the drain so quickly. She twisted, eyes wide with sorrow.
"Who the fuck is doing this Jack huh" She questioned as she twisted angrily, swipping at the pictures and vase of flowers resting above the fire place, the breaking of glass shattering to the floor, she barley registered it as she stalked to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door, pulling out a beer even though she really didnt enjoy the taste.
She twisted, looking for the bottle opener, but couldnt find one, and in anger threw the bottle clean across the room, beer and glass shattering agaasint the wall. "Fuck" SHe hissed as her knees finally gave out beneath her as she collasped to the floor.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 15, 2010 1:35:31 GMT 2
Jack could feel part of the tension drain from his body when she finally answered his kiss and in that moment lied to himself that she believed him despite the doubt he had seen in her eyes. His fingers brushed over her cheek, finding those first tears rolling down, the ones that told him all too soon that she didn't believe him at all, his brow furrowing at her question as he was pushed back.
"I was not coming out of the men's room with her.." He mumbled, his words seeming to fall on deaf ears when she easily pushed past him, leaving him staring at the wallpaper instead of at her. His fist soon connected hard against the now exposed wall, leaning his forehead against it while he breathed out a "Fuck." She was distancing herself from him again. How could he convince her that he was telling her the truth, that those pictures were nothing but a lie and a set up to fuck him over.
At the sound of glass shattering on the floor behind him, he didn't flinch nor did he turn around, anger burning behind his eyes once more. He was half tempted to go back to his old habits, make things simple and just walk out the front door like he always tended to do when the going got tough, but.. Fuck it, he wasn't that coward anymore and running had already proven once that he was miserable without Faye in his life.
His fist hit the wall again. This was not how he imagined how being engaged was like and another string of curse words left his mouth before he finally turned around, heading toward the kitchen. What he found there made his heart sink, his anger and frustration disappearing in an instant when he sank down to his knees in front of Faye seconds later, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her against him.
"Baby, please.. Don't fucking do this to me. I love you..." He whispered against her hair.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 15, 2010 22:46:40 GMT 2
Faye swallowed, there was no stopping the floods of tears leaving her eyes and she was to tired, both physcially and emotionally to fight Jack any longer. Her body collasped into his waiting arms, his words only causing the tears to flow faster, her body curling tightly into his, figners digging at his shirt. She heaved in a breath, trying to calm down both her tears and her breathing, the alchol fuled haze she had arrived in, now having the opposite effect then she had wanted in the first place.
"Who the fuck keeps doing this to us Jack" SHe whispered, her voice harsh and clogged with tears and emotion, she was slowly starting to belive the man hodling her, rocking her back and fourth, whispering words of comfort. If he had lied, cheated, surley he would have left by now, done his normal act of just leaving, but here he was fighting for her, telling her how much he loved her, that in itself spoke volumes.
"I just want to forget, forget everything" SHe whispered, but yet there was still that niggling voice at the back of her mind that wouldnt let her forget those pictures, wouldnt let her forget his lips agasint that blonde bitches, nor would it stop questioning her, telling her to go upstaris and pack her bags like she had wanted to in the first place.
"Im so tired of being used as an idiot" She muttered, her tears had finally subsided, leaving her tired and drained, her body all but limp in his arms.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 17, 2010 19:53:50 GMT 2
Jack released an almost relieved breath when she finally stopped protesting against him. Whether it was because she was tired of fighting or because she was starting to believe him, it didn't matter at the moment as he wrapped his arms tighter around her when her body curled in to his. All he wanted was for this bullshit to end, for that hurt look in her eyes to disappear.
"I don't know.." He mumbled barely audible in to her hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head while he breathed in her scent. If he knew who had done this, or even why, it wouldn't have been a customer's car or Brian's face that had to suffer from his drunken wrath the morning after he had found the pictures and no Faye.
Her next words caused him to frown and his hand cupped her chin, tilting her head up so she had to look at him. "Hey, the only idiot around here, is me. I should've.." He trailed off, frown setting deeper. What should he have done? He hadn't done anything he shouldn't have, he hadn't even given in to that kiss and yet, for some reason he still felt guilty. Maybe it was because that thought of leaving again had flashed through his mind, even if it was for the briefest moment, and not cope with anything like he used to do.
"Just don't forget you're the only woman I want.." He mumbled with a small smile.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 18, 2010 19:41:13 GMT 2
Faye turned pain filled, tear streaked eyes onto Jack as he turned her chin to face him, she let out a trembling breath, wondering what he was thinking, what he wasnt saying to her. She rested her hand on top of his, pressing her cheek into his hand, his words threatened to make more tears fall, but she didnt let them, she heaved in a breath she shifted so she was resting agasint him once more.
She really didnt care that she was on the cold tiles of the kitcehn floor, her alchol fuled anger had drain her and now she just wanted to sleep, but knew she wouldnt be able to, those pictures would run through her mind once more. Heaving a breath she curled her fingers into his shirt. " God i love you so much that it hurts Jack, even the smallest thought" She stopped, she couldnt continue thinking about him cheating on her, he was adimant that he hadnt, and for now she would have to believe him, he explained the pictures and she would talk to Rome and find out what had happened.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 19, 2010 21:50:53 GMT 2
Jack gave a small strained smile at her words, only his eyes giving away that the unspoken ones tugged more on his heart strings than he wanted to show. He knew what wasn't coming her mouth, but he pushed it aside as he slid one arm under her legs, the other supporting her back as he lifted her up from the uncomfortable floor with him.
"It didn't happen and it never will.." He whispered in a last assurance while he carried her back toward the living room, ignoring the broken picture frames and glass on the ground as he sat down on the couch with her on his lap. He would clean the shit up in the morning, or whenever he felt fit. Right now he only had attention for Faye as he trailed his fingers over the side of her face, his eyes taking in her tired features.
"You're so beautiful.." He mumbled with a slightly furrowed brow. He wouldn't know what he had done if she hadn't come back at all.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 22, 2010 20:39:00 GMT 2
The second her body left the floor her arms wrapped around his neck, her head burrowing into his neck, inhaling his scent, she had missed it so much the night before, not being in his arms to fall to sleep, it was one of the reasons she had come home so early, she couldnt bare to be away from him, not so early. Heaving in a breath she rested against him, her eyes locked on his, eyes sparkling as she slowly nodded her head.
"Im so sorry i took of" She whispered, her hand coming up to rest agasint the side of his face, her eyes locked onto his, she kenw she shouldnt have, she should have stayed, talked it through, said something to him instead of making him worry. FOr the first time she realy foccused on him, she noticed the bruises the cuts, and her brow furrowed even more, eyes wide with worry.
"What happend" She questioned softly, knowing that if she hadnt have left he wouldnt be like this, she could smeel the alchol on him, knew something had happened, the evidence was al over his face.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 24, 2010 13:50:22 GMT 2
At her question, Jack lowered his gaze, unable to look her in the eyes any longer. He had more than fucked up with his brother. He had tried to forget about what had happened, another weak excuse to indulge himself in alcohol, but what he had done, had wanted to do, had transcended above the average brother fight. God knew he was more than willing to hit Brian with that wrench, wanting to beat him to an inch of his life just for those words that came out of his mouth, tearing right in to shit he didn't want to hear. If Leon hadn't been there, pulling him off of his brother, things could have ended on a whole new level of ugly. He was sure of that.
"Nothing you need to worry about." He mumbled, turning his eyes back on hers while he forced a smile on his face. "Let's just forget about this, huh? Forget it ever happened?" He sounded more desperate than he wanted to, another uncharacteristic trade for him and if he was on the outside now, looking in, he'd be laughing his ass off at his own pathetic behavior, but he still couldn't help it. The last couple of hours had been fucked up, messing with his mind, and the alcohol currently present in his system wasn't helping any on the matter.
"It's just you and me again. Nothing else matters, right?" He whispered, placing a soft kiss on her lips before he rested his forehead against hers.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 25, 2010 14:39:43 GMT 2
Faye furrowed her brow, as she looked at him, he was hideing something from her and she hated it, he had done something stupid because she had left, without even much of a good bye, nor an explination, and all because someone out there had decided to fuck with them for a change, with a breath she ran her hand through his hair, listening to his word, she bit her lip, how could she forget what had happened, and pretend nothing did, it was right there, in the back of her mind, niggling at her, taunting her.
When he kissed her she allowed herself to relax to believe that things would be okay, even if she didnt fully belive it, with his head resting agasint hers she ran her fingers through his hair holding him there. God she had missed him and she had only been going a matter of days, not even two full ones either.
"Just me and you" She whispered softly, moving into kiss him again.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 28, 2010 0:24:46 GMT 2
That was all he wanted to hear, needed to hear. Nothing else mattered anymore now. Not that she had upped and left him, or what he had done and was willing to do because of it. All that mattered now was that he could touch her again, feel her, taste her, smell her... in simple words, he was crazy about her and crazy without her.
His lips found hers again when she moved back in, the kiss conveying his need and want for her while he brushed a hand over her cheek toward her neck, drawing her in, letting her feel she was the only one for him, that it hadn't been just meaningless words coming out of his mouth.
His other hand moved over her back, sliding under the fabric of her top as he allowed his fingertips to skim over every inch of her soft skin, all the while urging her body even closer to him, the small friction it caused on his lap when she moved drawing a soft moan from him. He had missed this, he had missed her, more than anything in the world.
"I love you.. so fucking much." He murmured against her lips, the second time he said those, once by him dreaded, words in the short amount of time she was back. And he would never stop meaning them. No matter what.
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Post by Faye Perez on Oct 29, 2010 14:36:20 GMT 2
There was an urgency in the way he draw her towards him, his lips desperate agasint hers, and her own feelings overwhelmed her, like this, in his arms, his hands warm agaisnt her back, she could forget everything that had happened in the short few days. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her lap shifting agasint him, and the moan that left his mouth had her trembling in anticipation for what was to come.
Swallowing she sighed, resting her forhead agasint his, the words that fell his mouth making her warm, tingly, h had said those words so easily, so quickly, and as she moved to pull him into another kiss she muttered them once more, nipping genlty at his lower lip. "So do i"She whispered "So much that it drives me crazy" She whispered, she shifted just enough so that when she fell backwards, she would pull him agasint her. Her leg hooked over his leg, as she just relaxed, felling him agasint her, made every thought leave her body.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Oct 31, 2010 18:32:26 GMT 2
Jack allowed himself to be pulled down with her, leaning over her, a small smile forming at her words as he drank in the beautiful woman under him. "Crazy is good, remember?" He whispered. Crazy, albeit a little Vodka induced, was what had brought them together, the position they found themselves in now not being much different from how they had truly started off, right here on this couch, and maybe it was crazy that had even kept them together.
His hand found it's way to her thigh when her leg hooked over him, keeping a close connection between them, his body slowly grinding against hers as he brushed his lips over her skin, his breath hot against her from his slightly parted lips. He wanted her, not just on a physical level, but on every single level he possibly could. She was simply perfect to him, just like he had told her the night he had put the ring on her finger with all the intend in the world to make her his and vice versa, to spend the rest of his life with her like he had never expected to want with anyone. And yet, despite all, she had almost slipped from his fingers...
"You're still mine.." He mumbled barely audible. It wasn't a question, at least not one he particularly wanted an answer to in case it was the answer he didn't want to hear. To him, in his still drunken haze, it was a simple statement, one that he would mean even if he wasn't in this state.
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Post by Faye Perez on Nov 4, 2010 10:44:27 GMT 2
Faye couldnt help but think how similar the situation they found themselves in now, to the one that had brought themselves together, both times she had arrived at his house with tears in her eyes, and then had ended up on her back on the couch, with his body grinding agasint hers. She swallowed, fingers running through his hair, she wanted and needed him, to feel him, to remind herself this, right here, with him was real, so real. She arched into him, feeling his touch, his body, a moan falling from parted lips at the pleasure he was causing her in the smallest ways.
She looked into hsi eyes, with her own slightly druken gaze, the words spilling from his lips, and despite the fact he was sure he didnt want an answer, she was sure she had to answer, both for her own sanity and his. "Always" She muttered, using her hand, to guide his chin , lifting just enough to draw him to her lips, her fingers scrapped over bare skin as she pulled up his top,loveing the feel of the warmth radiating from his skin.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Nov 10, 2010 21:31:24 GMT 2
If he thought he hadn't wanted to hear an answer, that one simple word leaving her mouth had him proved wrong right in that instant. It was all he could ever wish and want to hear.
His body moved from hers just enough to discard himself of his shirt, hers following suit soon after, and when his mouth sought hers again, there was no more restraint, a hungrily want fueling his actions while everything else, all the shit that had happened in such a short amount of time, took a backseat. His fingers roamed over the newly exposed skin with a touch that held much of the hunger contained by his kiss, yet it was filled with a tenderness at the same time, almost as if he needed to remind himself of every inch of her body once more. Hell had him if he ever did forget it, though.
Every small sound he drew from her had him loose control more and more. He just had to have her right here and now, feel her, much more than he was feeling her now. His hand slipped between their bodies, the buttons of her jeans soon coming undone before he slipped his hand inside, his fingers soon finding what they were looking for.
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