Page 2 of Full Body Check

I see it, feel it — the second he decides he’s had enough of the bullshit and decides to win the war, show the other guy just what the fuck is up — so locked in, it’s as though I share the shift in him… and only now let out what I know is, by far my loudest gasp of the night. I can’t stop it, not the strange sense of connection, as I drink, gulp, in his every nuance. Every movement. And even more extraordinary there’s no possible way he could’ve heard my sharp inhale, and yet, it’s at the exact same time I take it that he forgets his fight and looks me dead in the eyes… as if he heard me loud and clear.

And he winks at me. Winks.

Lord, help me, for I am all about a sexy wink.

Panties officially disintegrated… gone up in flames.

I can’t even begin to guess at the responding expression on my face, but whatever it is earns me his smirk.

Yep. A smirk. Cocky. Confident. Smug. Hot as all of Hell.

Winks, smirks… oh but he’s not done. No, he has to take the Whole. Damn. Cake. Blowing my mind with the sexiest move I’ve never imagined. He holds up his left hand and wiggles it, motioning with his head for me to do the same. My stomach flips over itself as the most no fucking way, I feel like I’m in a movie moment in my life unfolds. ‘No, not married,’ my mind screams like a banshee as I rip off my glove and answer his unspoken question by wiggling my own, bare left hand at him, throwing in a flirty smile.

And then it’s over; shortest damn movie in… ever! He skates away, and I… I fight for a deep breath, praying the once-in-a-lifetime memory never fades.

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