Dreaming of him
*Cooper* I think my courting style lacks a lot in the way of finesse, but I can't argue with the end result. As I sit in the bathtub of warm water with Faith's back nestled against my chest, I have never felt so clean. "When did you realize you loved me?" she asks. "I have always loved you. But you were seventeen, going on eighteen when I realized what I felt for you was starting to shift into territory it shouldn't." I tell her. "That's about the time I noticed you avoiding me, finding excuses not to be around me. I should have figured it out. I guess I was still trying to figure myself out." I drop my mouth to the nape of her neck. "You turned out just fine." "What do we do now?" she asks. "Dry off, go to bed, make love again." I suggest. She laughs. "I meant where do we go beyon
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