Engaging with the Enemy Author Maria Catania
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Thornton reframed from kissing Claire's voluptuous pink lips, as his eyes leered down the breast seam of her dress.
"Stop gawking, I can feel your eyes upon me," as she felt his sweaty palm of grip around hers, Claire urged. Where are we walking to, "she asked?"
We are going to walk through the woods to a special place of mine,
Thornton answered, as he stopped and looked into her raging eyes of passion.
What's so special about this place, and why should I even care, "she disputed?"
You ask too many questions, just walk, "Thornton had demanded"
The wind began to pick up, as the leaves rustled through the mid afternoon blazing sun of haze.
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