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“Now. That Grand Canyon speech of yours has made me greedy for more.” “I can’t replicate that. It was extemporaneous.” “God, how I love it when you use all your big words.” “Don’t be an ass.” “Think of one that describes how you feel about me. Just give me one, baby.” His breath is hot on my neck. His hand is tight around my throat. His voice is low and rough, and all of it turns me on like a light switch has been thrown inside my body. I close my eyes and search for the perfect word to describe how he makes me feel. “Intoxicated.” He takes my mouth, kissing me hungrily. We go over a bump in the road and break apart, but our faces are still close together. Our eyes are locked. He says, “You’re not the only one.” “I know.” “Have you ever been here before?” “To Martha’s Vineyard?
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