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The moon had risen further in the sky when we’d finally pulled away from each other. The words she’d yelled out while she came had wrapped around us in a warm blanket, something I never wanted to let go. It wasn’t awkward or too-much, it was simply an acknowledgment of something we both knew to be as true as our beating hearts.
I didn’t say it back.
I didn’t know why.
She didn’t seem to care, though, as was Sunny. She knew what she’d done to me when she said it.
Dissolved me.
I watched her blow out the candles, the thin, white T-shirt stopped just below her butt cheeks, revealing that sexy tuck when she moved just the right way. I wanted to be there again, in that exact spot, and I got the feeling that desire wouldn’t leave me for the rest of my life.
I’d had Sunny Harper.
There was no going back.
I gathered the blanket, bag, the cooler and followed her up the hill.
My phone had started blowing up sometime between her orgasms. I’d silenced it without her noticing. The entire town could be in flames at the hand of the devil himself and I wouldn’t have cared.
I buckled my pants, slipped into my boots and slung my T-shirt over my shoulder. Sunny hadn’t bothered to replace her panties. In fact, I don’t even think we knew where they were.
With the full moon guiding our way, I watched Sunny walk up the hill, those long, lean legs. The way the T-shirt outlined her perfect ass with each step. The way her hips swayed back and forth…
That sway…
That…sway…
… …
I squinted, tilting my head to the side, a little explosive, red alarm bursting somewhere deep in my psyche.
“Hey, Sunny?”
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
“Why?” She asked over her shoulder, her wild hair blowing in the breeze.
“You’ve got a gangsta limp all of the sudden. Straight out of a rap video. I think they call that swagger, or something.”
She laughed. “No, I think it’s to keep their pants up.”
“You’re not wearing pants… Seriously, did I hurt you?”
“Oh, no, no, no. It’s just my hip. I fell out of a treehouse when I was a kid. My left hip gets a little wonky from time to time.”
I stopped cold, my veins turning to ice.
“My left hip.”
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