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Playful

“Whatcha’ doin’?” she whispered in his ear. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting them on his chest as he fiddled on his phone.

“Makin’ shipments,” he responded as he continued to play his game.

“Yeah, how’s the mining going. Making us lots of money?”

He laughed. “Yeah, sure.”

She leaned in and kissed him on his cheek.

He laughed again. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Who me? Noooo. Never!” She smiled through her drawn out reply. She shifted her weight, resting on his shoulders more.

He finally looked her way. Then he saw it. Desire.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. Finally, he set aside the phone and pulled her again, this time, over the back of the sofa.

Her head landed in his lap as her body landed stretched out on the sofa.

He played with her brown curls, wiping them out of her eyes.

“You wanna?” he smiled…

She smiled back.

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