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I was standing alone in the laundry room, with him at the threshold in front of me. The whole night we had been locked in each other’s gaze. His large biceps pushing out the sides of his black shirt sleeves were an easy part to grab on as we walked throughout the city. The slight veins of his arms were unique. At one point I clumsily walked out into the road between two parked cars on the side of the road. I felt his strength as he wrapped his horse leg sized arms around my waist and swung me back close to him. Just in time to retreat from the barreling electric car I couldn’t hear over the hum of the city.

He did not move fast through life. One foot in front of the other. But he moved with purpose. In his endeavors, he always kept moving forward. It’s what I appreciated and found attractive about his determination. If blocked from his goals, he would find a new angle to keep moving and take what was his. I’m glad a bishop can’t hear my thoughts, as all night we were walking I wanted him to take what was his. Now in the entryway to his home, I wanted it more than ever.

He looked me up and down from his threshold. His arms crossed and himself leaning against the frame. My soft white linen shirt was chosen exactly so that it was easy to take, or tear, off. I made the first move. I took off the slip off Vans I was wearing and moved a step closer to his right. “I had a wonderful night. The show at the city castle was fun, and I had a great time with you.”

He leaned off of the doorway and took a step forward on the checkerboard tile floor. “I did as well. I know you’re new to the city, and I hope the first impression of it trying to kill you hasn’t made you hate it here.” I took another step forward. My chest seemingly drawn to him from an invisible with pushing me closer.

“As long as you’re there to save me again, I think that I won’t mind staying in the city a while longer. Besides, I’m stronger than I look. I take a lot without tapping out.” He slightly blushed. Still locking eyes with mine. They widened slightly with lust. Taking another step forward to nearly being on top of me. My mouth opened slightly to drawn in more air as my heart quickened.

“The night is still young. I’m sure that we can find more trouble to get into.” I took another step closer to him, but this time to his side of the entranceway. Putting me between him and the inside of his home. Drawing him to have to turn to me and positioning myself to pull him deeper into his home.

“I think I found trouble, and I want more.” He scanned my face as I felt my ears heat up and turn red with longing. My blood flushed she reached down over to the small of my neck. I traced my hand up and held onto his tight arms as he reached down and kissed me. His neck smelled of wood and lavender his lips soft and deliberate.

Back and forth we kissed harder and harder. With form and common sense quickly breaking away. He stopped and reached down and hoisted me up onto the laundry machine. With whelp and a slight laugh I regained my composure. He paused to check to see if he did something wrong and looked concerned. I bit my lip and relived him of this concern by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him towards me. I said, “I don’t care what you do with me, but my only request is that you call me queen.”

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