Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
What would you do without me?_ he asked one night. We were tangled in the silky sheets of his gigantic bed. My heart was still pounding as I came down from the high of what we__ just done, and he wasn__ helping matters by putting his lips so close to my ear.__ive a happy_ happy life,_ I murmured. __ might even_ be an optimist_ if you weren__ around.___iar._ He bit my earlobe playfully. __ou__ be absolutely miserable. Admit it, Duffy. I__ the wind beneath your wings.__ bit my lip, but I still couldn__ hold back the laughter-and just as I was finally catching my breath, too. __ou just referenced Bette Midler_ in bed. I__ starting to question your sexuality, Wesley.__esley looked at me with a defiant glint in his eye. __h, really?_ He grinned before moving his mouth back to my ear and whispering, __e both know that my manhood has never been in question_ I think you__e just changing the subject because you know it__ true. I__ the light of your life.___ou_ I struggled for words as Wesley pressed his mouth into the crook of my neck. The tip of his tongue moved down to my shoulder and made my brain get all fuzzy. How was I supposed to argue under these conditions? __ou wish. I__ just using you, remember?__is laughter was muffled against my skin. __hat__ amusing,_ he said, his lips still grazing my collarbone. __ecause I__ pretty sure your ex is out of town by now._ One of his hands slid between my knees. __et you__e still here, aren__ you?_ His fingers began gliding up and down my inner thigh, making it difficult for me to think of a retort. He seemed to like this, because he laughed again. __ don__ think you hate me, Duffy. I think you like me a lot.
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What would you do without me?_ he asked one night. We were tangled in the silky sheets of his gigantic bed. My heart was still pounding as I came down from the high of what we__ just done, and he wasn__ helping matters by putting his lips so close to my ear.__ive a happy_ happy life,_ I murmured. __ might even_ be an optimist_ if you weren__ around.___iar._ He bit my earlobe playfully. __ou__ be absolutely miserable. Admit it, Duffy. I__ the wind beneath your wings.__ bit my lip, but I still couldn__ hold back the laughter-and just as I was finally catching my breath, too. __ou just referenced Bette Midler_ in bed. I__ starting to question your sexuality, Wesley.__esley looked at me with a defiant glint in his eye. __h, really?_ He grinned before moving his mouth back to my ear and whispering, __e both know that my manhood has never been in question_ I think you__e just changing the subject because you know it__ true. I__ the light of your life.___ou_ I struggled for words as Wesley pressed his mouth into the crook of my neck. The tip of his tongue moved down to my shoulder and made my brain get all fuzzy. How was I supposed to argue under these conditions? __ou wish. I__ just using you, remember?__is laughter was muffled against my skin. __hat__ amusing,_ he said, his lips still grazing my collarbone. __ecause I__ pretty sure your ex is out of town by now._ One of his hands slid between my knees. __et you__e still here, aren__ you?_ His fingers began gliding up and down my inner thigh, making it difficult for me to think of a retort. He seemed to like this, because he laughed again. __ don__ think you hate me, Duffy. I think you like me a lot.
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