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Touch

She stepped out the car, overwhelmed. Two months, two long, painful months without his touch. Sure, they talked everyday, for hours on end, but nothing compared to his touch. She looked at her reflection in the car one last time, took a deep breath, and called.

“I’m outside.” She held her breath, waiting for his reply.

“I’m coming.”

His reply was innocent, but her thoughts weren’t. She wanted to hear those very words again, she wanted him to whisper those exact words in her ear as their bodies connected.

He opened the door and without hesitation, she dropped her things and made her moves. With that first, intense kiss, the heat between their bodies was undeniable. She let out a long sigh as their bodies separated. As he closed the door and all she could do was take him in with her eyes and wait for the next move.

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