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Date Posted: 08:31:00 03/06/07 Tue
Author: Chelle
Subject: Discreet isn't a word you know
In reply to: Luke 's message, "A holiday from real" on 08:18:50 03/06/07 Tue

She gently ran her hands over his jaw before she lifted her hips to seperate them. A low breath escaped hers lips when the contact ended but she shifted over to her side of the seat and then leaned forward to grab some napkins out of the middle console. After taking some time to tidy up, she let out a soft breath and ran a hand through her hair, her eyes moving back to him after shimmying into her jeans. "Look alright? Not to suspicious?" She might be finding herself more comfortable with her sexuality with him but that didn't mean she wanted to proclaim it to everyone at the park that she had no issues having sex with him whenever he wanted. She was trying not to think about his words that she was so good to him because it would just make her all reflective and sappy, she had just smiled at him when he said them. She wanted to be good for him, she wanted to make him happy...she wanted to be something special to him. It was just hard, he was a happy kid - wasn't like he needed someone to support him, he had everything he could possibly want...it was hard to be something special to the kid who had everything. He wasn't lonely, he wasn't sad, he was pretty much the vision of the perfect life and she just wanted....to make it more perfect, she supposed.

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