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“
Much
more
,
”
I
breathe
,
and
he
grins
.
“
Come
.
”
He
holds
out
his
hand
for
me
,
and
I
clamber
out
of
the
cockpit
.
As
soon
as
I
’
m
out
,
he
grabs
me
and
holds
me
flush
against
his
body
.
Suddenly
his
hand
is
in
my
hair
,
tugging
it
so
my
head
tips
back
,
and
his
other
hand
travels
down
to
the
base
of
my
spine
.
He
kisses
me
,
long
,
hard
,
and
passionately
,
his
tongue
in
my
mouth
.
His
breathing
is
mounting
,
his
ardor
…
Holy
cow
—
his
erection
…
we
’
re
in
a
field
.
But
I
don
’
t
care
.
My
hands
twist
in
his
hair
,
anchoring
him
to
me
.
I
want
him
,
here
,
now
,
on
the
ground
.
He
breaks
away
and
gazes
down
at
me
,
his
eyes
now
dark
and
luminous
in
the
early
morning
light
,
full
of
raw
,
arrogant
sensuality
.
Wow
.
He
takes
my
breath
away
.
“
Breakfast
,
”
he
whispers
,
making
it
sound
deliciously
erotic
.
How
can
he
make
bacon
and
eggs
sound
like
forbidden
fruit
?
It
’
s
an
extraordinary
skill
.
He
turns
,
clasping
my
hand
,
and
we
head
back
toward
the
car
.
“
What
about
the
glider
?
”
“
Someone
will
take
care
of
that
,
”
he
says
dismissively
.
“
We
’
ll
eat
now
.
”
His
tone
is
unequivocal
.
Food
!
He
’
s
talking
food
,
when
really
all
I
want
is
him
.
“
Come
.
”
He
smiles
.
I
have
never
seen
him
like
this
,
and
it
’
s
a
joy
to
behold
.
I
find
myself
walking
beside
him
,
hand
in
hand
,
with
a
stupid
,
goofy
grin
plastered
on
my
face
.
It
reminds
me
of
when
I
was
ten
and
spent
the
day
at
Disneyland
with
Ray
.
It
was
a
perfect
day
,
and
this
is
sure
shaping
out
to
be
the
same
.
