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But my stupid feet…

My eyes drink her in. She’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt that’s barely covering her ass, I’m sure. Her hair is a little wild, but it doesn’t look like she’s been sleeping.

Was she up thinking about me too?

I don’t think about my next move.

I push into her room.Is it really considered a push when she’s opening the door wider?

“Porter, I—”

Her words die when I cradle her face in my hands.

She gasps at the contact, the sound almost more of a plea.

I run my thumb over her full bottom lip, loving the feel of it.

She peers up at me, eyes churning and burning for more.

Me too.

“Dory?”

“Yeah?” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. It’s not intentional, simply on instinct as her nerves flare.

I feel the top of it against my thumb, and there goes the last of my resolve.

I back her up until she’s pressed against her now closed door, leaning down until I’m just inches away.

Her heart hammers inside her chest. I can hear it.Or is that mine?

“Dory…” I say her name again, because I can. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Slice Twelve

Doris

Oh shit. Hold my panties. This is gonna be a long night.

Slice Thirteen

Porter

Ilike to think I have a pretty solid imagination.

But whatever I conjured in regard to kissing Dory pales in comparison to the real thing.

Her lips are soft all right, but I didn’t think they’d feel like this.

Like home.

I slide my tongue along the seam of her mouth, asking for permission to enter, and she grants it.

She moans when our tongues meet, and I do the same when her hands slide through my hair.

It feels so good to finally have her touching me again.

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