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I wanted to see his face and hear his voice and touch his skin, as surely as zealous Catholic schoolgirls secretly want to bone Jesus.
For the first time in months, my hand slid low. Me and my hand in my lonely bed, in my lonely room, on this lonely night…wondering if a man was thinking of me and doing the same, twenty miles away.
His blue eyes were half-closed, lids looking heavy. Languid. Lips parted. If sex were a season, it had settled over him in full bloom.
He shrugged. "I'll pick my battles." He said it in a cocky, lazy way that implied those battles would most definitely be waged betwixt my spread thighs.