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My
heart
is
pounding
.
I
can
feel
that
pull
,
that
delicious
electricity
between
us
charging
,
filling
the
space
with
static
.
He
’
s
sitting
so
close
to
me
,
his
eyes
dark
smoky
gray
,
his
elbows
resting
on
his
knees
,
his
legs
apart
.
Leaning
forward
,
he
slowly
undoes
one
of
my
pigtails
,
his
fingers
freeing
my
hair
.
My
breathing
is
shallow
,
and
I
cannot
move
.
I
watch
hypnotized
as
his
hand
moves
to
my
second
pigtail
,
and
pulling
the
hair
tie
,
he
loosens
the
braid
with
his
long
,
skilled
fingers
.
“
So
you
decided
on
some
exercise
,
”
he
breathes
,
his
voice
soft
and
melodious
.
His
fingers
gently
tuck
my
hair
behind
my
ear
.
“
Why
,
Anastasia
?
”
His
fingers
circle
my
ear
,
and
very
softly
,
rhythmically
,
he
tugs
my
earlobe
.
It
’
s
so
sexual
.
“
I
needed
time
to
think
,
”
I
whisper
.
I
’
m
all
deer
/
headlights
,
moth
/
flame
,
bird
/
snake
…
and
he
knows
exactly
what
he
’
s
doing
to
me
.
“
Think
about
what
,
Anastasia
?
”
“
You
.
”
“
And
you
decided
that
it
was
nice
knowing
me
?
Do
you
mean
knowing
me
in
the
biblical
sense
?
”
Oh
,
shit
.
I
flush
.
“
I
didn
’
t
think
you
were
familiar
with
the
Bible
.
”
“
I
went
to
Sunday
school
,
Anastasia
.
It
taught
me
a
great
deal
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
remember
reading
about
nipple
clamps
in
the
Bible
.
Perhaps
you
were
taught
from
a
modern
translation
.
”
