BRITNEY
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Don’t worry, it’s plugged in,” Josh casually called over his shoulder, as he stooped before the fireplace, stabbing the fire while it sparked to life. Gripping my arm, I gazed up at the tree, distracted by the memory of it flashing before me earlier. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Josh’s fingers grazed my shoulders. “Relax, it’s just me,” he whispered, his hands running over them as his thumbs sunk into the blades. My body intuitively responded to his touch, leaning back into his chest. Applying more pressure, he tightened his grip, forcing my eyes to close and my body to move forward with my head hanging limp in front of me. With his scruff scraping against my neck, he tugged my shirt to the side of my shoulder, and his lips explored my skin.
Turning his attention to the
