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little commitment, but he perfectly articulated how I felt. Now it was my turn to show
him how I felt.
Synchronized with him leaning down, I stood on my tiptoes and our lips met in the
middle. There was something different about the way he was kissing me now. I could feel
a need within him that had to be satisfied. His touch was passionate, yet tender.
Something about it made all of my insecurities vanish and I wanted to show the same
side I showed on the phone with him.
His body enveloped mine so easily as his muscular arms wrapped around me. Every
motion had a force behind it I had never experienced with Travis, and it created a desire
within that was foreign, but invigorating. I pulled him deeper by the collar of his shirt and
could feel him smile against my teeth.
The desert night was beautiful. Warm, but not stifling, with the smell of a campfire far
off in the distance. No one was around, at least that I could tell. A coyote howled at the
moon, giving me an impulse that I never felt before. It took over my sensations and I
pulled away with a determined look.
Anxiety filled his eyes, but I didn¡¯t let it fester before I grabbed the bottom of my tank
top and pulled it over my head. With only my lavender bra covering my torso, I bathed in
the moonlight as he gaped at the view.
¡°Wow,¡± he said but I stayed silent and began to graze my fingers underneath his shirt,
enjoying his abs for the first time. Each was carved solid; I could have spent ages traveling
them with my hands, but I was on a mission. Making eye contact, I grabbed his shirt and
slid it up halfway until he took over, removing it himself.
There was no wildlife calling, only the sound of our breathing. We weren¡¯t touching,
aside for my hand on his now exposed chest. His pecs were buffed and defined
underneath my hand where I could feel his heart beating. The only hair on his torso was a
dark trail starting at his pelvis that begged me to explore. A tattoo was drawn on his chest,
the letter R in big bolded black ink, with orange flames shooting from it. It looked
menacing, but in the starlight, half-nude, I could feel a vulnerability radiating through
him. When our eyes met again, his lips crashed back on mine.
Not breaking our lips, he guided me toward the door. With our bodies glued together,
