“I have another proposal. Or…more like a confession.” “Is it bad?” she whispers. “Terrible.” She doesn’t pull away from our closeness and her eyes flit to my lips. “I can handle it.” “I don’t know about that.” Her lips twitch as she recognizes the tone of my voice. Oh, how I do love teasing her. I nudge my nose with hers before my lips find her ear. I nip it softly before I say, “I confess, that I’d very much like to make love to you.” My heart flips at the last words. We never say make love. We fuck. We screw. We bang. Making love is for the soft-hearted without tar-coated pasts. Lily claims
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