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It seemed like ages passed by. Sam was still looking at me like a deer caught in headlights, not sure what to do or say. It got to a point where I turned on my heel, heading for the empty bedroom. Maybe what I said was entirely wrong, and that given everything that had just happened, it was the worst possible thing I could say. But it was the truth.
Before I knew what hit me, she whirled me back around. Her lips crushed against mine. I held her there for a minute, keeping her close. It felt hot—not like a passionate hot or a horny hot, but almost like I was about to pass out from heat exhaustion. I can't tell you how much I loved that feeling.
My hands traveled down from her face, down her neck and down her back, down and everywhere . . . that's the only word I could use to describe it. My hands were absolutely everywhere. Not that Sam was any exception—she pressed so close against me, I could almost feel her heart beat from under her flesh. She was so close, and I only wanted her closer. I only wanted more of her.
"More?" she whispered. I didn't realize I'd said that aloud.
I hardly had time to nod as she backed me up into the bedroom.
It was then I suddenly became aware of everything—how blue her eyes were, how crooked her fingers were, how soft her bare skin felt. She ripped off her shirt without hesitation, her top hitting the wall as she snatched the buckle...