“You like to fantasize about sharing?” He nods slowly, my face still in his hands. The way he’s looking at me, as if to say, ask more. It has everything inside me flipping over and over. Do it. Do it. Do it. His lips meet mine again, softly speaking into them. “Say what’s written all over your gorgeous face.” “Have you ever?” I breathe out, sharing his air before he sucks on my bottom lip, letting it go with a pop. “Ever what? Use your words, sunshine.” My hands grip his forearms, needing support because I’m overwhelmed. Everything inside of me is quivering. “Have you ever shared someone? In
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