“We’re going to hell, Angelo.” He doesn’t say a word. After a few beats of silence, he slowly pulls my panties back up my thighs, being gentle when he reaches the sensitive welts on my ass. He does the same with my leggings, and then I feel something soft falling around my shoulders. I glance down and realize he’s slipped his jacket around me. His hands run down my shoulders to my forearms and linger there, warm, strong and comforting. For a brief moment, I close my eyes and lean my back against his chest, basking in the feeling. In the distance, the waves crash against the rocks below, and
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