“It’ll hurt just once dear,” I said calmly.
I pull out a little and then give her body one more shove from behind, watching her head scrape on the underside of the bar. 200 more words
Since we met a few months ago, Mr. Houston had been giving me mixed signals. At the end of that first weekend together, one he had pushed for, he asked me if I could see myself in a relationship with him. 707 more words