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His eyes sizzle as he slips a hand
under my dress. I throw my head back
as his fingers slide across my skin. He
sucks on my neck, sending thrills right to
my core. I feel everything. This doesn't
feel off or unfamiliar.
The sound of a horn has me jumping
off his lap and buckling up, out of
breath, and completely horrified. A car
drives past us, a woman shouting.
