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Date Posted: 05:36:30 04/29/03 Tue
Author: .owen.
Subject: .what.he.thought.
In reply to: Erica 's message, ".cinderella.gone.princess." on 23:01:03 04/27/03 Sun

“Good… Really good,” Owen breathed, touching his lips twice to the same spot at the corner of that lovely mouth, the mouth he loved to kiss… The mouth he’d kiss for the rest of his life, if Erica’d let him. As he made his ‘way ‘cross the dewy grass, his hand clasping hers, he tried (and probably failed) to explain his reasons for doing such a thing as this. “You know… I wanted to do something for you. I thought, I’d take you out on a date… A real one. And, I, um… wanted it to be perfect, ‘cause if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be good enough. Not for you…” Silence enveloped him then, as his mouth just sort of sealed itself after Owen began to think that he was sounding like a babbling idiot. And god knows, he didn’t want to sound like that… No, never. Well, never in front of Erica – at least. Once inside the barn, Owen led Erica up the wooden steps that led to the loft. The only noises that disturbed the timeless silence were that of the horses and their quiet murmurings. Soft lamp-light flowed down the crude wooden steps, and made murky, black shadows dance ‘cross the wooden walls. His fingers were entwined loosely with hers, and he was finding it harder and harder to not look at herÀ

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