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Short Stories and Poems of all different generes by aspiring authors A. R. Laine and Sophii
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(c) This is the original work of author Sophii Jones and is not to be copied or replicated by anyone without permission from the author or the Scribes site.

His eyes were dark and deep, the moonlight making the chocolate brown look brighter and more devious than usual. I watched them close first, his face moving closer to mine in the dark then followed his lead. The second our lips connected it felt like I was electrocuted.
If the sharp chills and almost wonderfully painful sparks that exploded throughout my entire body weren’t indication enough that this was dangerous, I didn’t know what was.
Ha. I’d always said I needed a little more danger in my life.
And here it was. Or more appropriately, here he was. His lips moving against mine, parting slightly to tease my mouth with his tongue then closing again. The electric currents running through my body could have lit the whole house, maybe even the street.
The skin of my bare hip pricked against his touch, sending a new wave of shivers along my back. Without my permission my hand gripped his shirt and pulled him even closer.
I wanted him. No, I needed him. Right now. Right here.
Letting my hand wander and rest on his belt buckle I tried my best to send a silent, but obvious hint.
“Not tonight,” he breathed against my parted lips.
My disappointment killed the electricity and knocked me back a step.
“Then when?” I asked. Not tonight seemed much more like never when you’d heard it four or five times already.
He chucked and said “How about when we’re alone?”
Before I could ask what he meant the his dark silhouette and the air around him shifted and I watched in amazement, as I always did, as he disappeared into thin air.
“Tyler?” I asked, knowing there would be no answer and waved my hand across the space where he had just been standing.

“Why are you standing in the dark?” John laughed, dropped his bags by the door and flipped the switch. Our bedroom lit up and for a minute, the light washed away the sinful thoughts that were still racing through my mind. But only for a minute.
“Just woke up from a nap,” I lied with a smile. “How was the trip?
“Lonely without you,” John grinned and pulled me into his arms. I tried not to focus on how wrong they felt around me. I held my breath and waited for the guilt to rise and bubble in my chest, forcing me to tell him everything. But like time and time before, it didn’t come.
No, I didn’t feel guilty. I felt… dangerous and cool. But most of all I wanted a different set of hands on my body. I pushed it out of my mind, Tyler wouldn’t be back tonight.
“I’ve been lonely too,” I sighed.

I waited. A week and two days it took for John to be called away again. Nine days of pretending and embellishing. When I told him I loved him, it meant ‘I still care about you’. When I told him he was the only one for me, it meant ‘you were the only one for me’. And when we made love my hands were running along a different set of arms and gripping a different back in my mind....
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