/SUDDEN DEATH/Andrew Flynn pressed himself unashamedly against Sharon Raydor, his jeans feeling restrained in a certain place and his hands on their way under her soft sweater, the material feeling light between his fingers. They backed up into the wall just inside her front door, shadowed in from the bright light of the sun
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oh god, this story makes me so damn happy! and i blame you and these two completely idiotic people for grinning like a madman over here. i am writing a complaint about this! :D
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