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images of things I'd like to do with her push my limits even further.
    Now she's sitting there, within inches, looking all innocent and kissable. That sweetness drives me to possess even while logic warns me to be careful. Any other woman I'd have already pushed back on the couch and staked my claim. But no other woman woke those needs. Only Anne.
    Silky strands of her hair tangle in my fingers as I let my fingers stroke along her jaw. She's finally stopped shaking and seems more at ease, though she's focused on the TV. Enough of that. I tip her chin up to me. Her green eyes sparkle from the light off the television.
    I start to lean closer, giving her plenty of time to say no. The pink tip of her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip, just as before. My restraint snaps.
    All my plans for a tender seduction fly out the window and with more force than I intend, I claim her lips. Somehow the faint cherry taste lingers, reminding me of the dream. Her soft pliant mouth clings to mine, no resistance, offering me the world and beyond. I need to explore that submissiveness, test it, push her boundaries.
    AC/DC's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap interrupts. “Shit.” Breathing heavily, I give her one more light kiss. “Hold that thought.”

     
     
    Anne:
    Wow. He really knows how to kiss. I keep trying to catch my breath. He probably thinks I’ve never been kissed before with the way I’ve reacted..I have though, but never like that. In all those books I read, they always talk about the fireworks, head over heels type of kiss. Until now, I’ve lacked in that experience. Didn't even really believe it existed. Now I know.
    I wonder what phone call would be so important to a guy like him to interrupt that moment.
    “Jelly. What's up? Busy here.” Blake answers fast, with a bit of a harsh tone. Hmm. So, whatever it is, he isn’t happy having to talk to them.
    “Damn it, yeah, okay. Gimme a few. Let me call you back.” Tense and something else I can’t quite identify, he turns towards me. Uh oh. Here it is. That was the buddy call to get him out of here so he doesn’t have to stay. Really. Should have seen this coming. A wheelchair never takes the jackass out of a guy.
    Crap, not jackass, jackbutt..
    It's stupid to think he actually likes me for me. I miss Adam. I wonder if he'll come up here tomorrow, keep me company so I don’t have to see Blake again alone.
    “It’s okay, Blake. I get it. No worries.” There, a clean break. He can go without any drama from me. Bet he’s used to that.
    "Anne, no. I don’t know what you’re thinking but whatever it is, it’s the furthest from the truth. But I can’t stay to explain. I gotta go.” He leans in, grabs me, and kisses me hard and fast. “See you soon Anne.”
    Before I can catch my breath and respond he’s out the door. I hear him call out. “Lock the damn door too, babe.”
    Go flipping figure. I sit there a minute longer, look at the door. Not sure what for, it’s not like he’s going to come back right away. Taking my time, I work my way to the door. Make sure it’s locked. Check. Okay, meds, and time to face the music with Adam.
    I put him on speaker phone like always and keep moving around the kitchen.
    “Anne.” Hmm, those few hours haven’t seemed to help if his tone is anything to go by.
    “Adam, look I’m sorry for hanging up although I technically didn’t. I said love you.” Wonder if he’ll buy that?
    He sighs and I know his hand just ran through his hair. He's upset. “Anne, you know it's important to me that we both say it back. You didn’t give me a chance. What if that was the last time I spoke to you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Don’t do that. Whatever happens, always let me say it back. Please.”
    For a tough guy, no one would ever know how emotional he could get. Our secret. We have many of them. Not wanting to upset him further, I agree, and promise no matter what I’ll always wait for him.
    “Now, let's have a little