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His collar was open a little, giving me a glimpse of his smooth neck and a hint of his strong chest. I squirmed in my chair, remembering when he swam laps in the pool and how the water had dripped off his hard muscles when he’d finished. We kept conversation light during dinner and I got the feeling both of us wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible even though the food was amazing. All I could think about was getting back to our hotel room so I could be alone with him. I conjured up a dozen fantasies of everything I wanted to do, although I still wasn’t sure he felt the same way I did. One second he’d tell me I was beautiful and act like he wanted to kiss me, and the next he’d say I wasn’t his type and push me away again. Which was the truth? I was determined to find out tonig
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