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Date Posted: 08:27:19 10/14/06 Sat
Author: Jake
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Here I come... I'm comin' for a taste of your love
Here I come, baby.. because I like what you do for me
Little by little, bit by bit, I'm fallin' in love all over again..


(The past week - it seemed to him - had passed so quickly he couldn't completely pinpoint what day it really was. It might have been friday.. it might have been saturday.. hell, for all he knew it was 2009 and he had missed a few World Series. Life had been that good for Jake Foxx. Yeah.. life was good.. He looked up from where he'd been watching the paint in her dining room dry, from his perch on a chair on the deck. He looked oversized, overly masculine and completely out of place on her tiny railed-in deck, wearing faded and grease-stained jeans and a tight black shirt, his dark sunglasses pulled low over his eyes and his shaggy hair mused and paint streaked. The shadow of beard against his cheeks only served to give him an air of danger that was made more potent when you added in his steel toed boots and the cigarette perched on his full lower lip. Yeah.. he was sex and danger wrapped in tanned skin. And for the moment.. he was happy with that. Happy with Keisha, and this apartment that was giving her a sense of fulfilment in life.. happy that he was able to rewire shit and paint some walls.. stamp a few insects and hold her while they watched movies at night. Hell, he even hauled his fair share of overly heavy furniture, and got the distinct feeling that she got perverse pleasure out of watching him do it. He tilted his head as she made the third pass from living room to kitchen, his brow arching as he watched her slim hips sway. It had been way.. way... waaaay too long since he had had his hands on her good and proper. He brought a hand up to his lips, extracting the cigarette and holding it over the railing to flick ash, then it was back in his proper place on his lower lip. Yeah.. it was definitely nice being him right now.)

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