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Sweaters
I never was a fan of them, but maybe I can accept Ian's red football sweater or is it maroon seriously I can't seem to tell the difference between them.
But who cares it's not that I'm colour blind more like I had too much fun from this morning to this evening night. I was much experimental when it came to my sex life. I always kept it casual or maybe bittersweet with saga's of clingy men.
Then again they is a possibility of you hitting a brick wall and everything you used to know can be changed with just a snap of a finger.
"Do you really have to leave." The space between us was thin , his bare chest bulged like a sculpture firmly manifested to reality. I knew he was doing this on purpose especially with the sweatpants waistband hung dangerously low around his super cut V-line. I hug myself just to resist on leaping on top of him and maybe ending ourselves have an other session right here at the door.
I wouldn't mind it at all but still I need to tame my erection or else Ian will My eyes were guilty as charged. "Ian, like it's nothing personal ,yet we spent our day pretty much having sex and I got's to go." I pout my lips looking down on my feet.
It's kinda weird how I never failed to convince any guy from stopping me from leaving. Then again I can't walk away from Ian when my feet were paved to his doorstep.
"Sex isn't the problem, but it is the solution babe." He mumbles, his right hand plays with my dreads "And I would be lying if I recall you moaning out my name if it were a good sign." He smirks.
His chocolate eyes brew from sadness to a mischievous glance, a frown replaced with a sweet toothy grin.
I felt the chills running down my spine and I knew if I stayed any further from here consider me already moved it. " It's not like I didn't have fun ... " I paused grabbing my phone to see my private driver has arrived " I need to go and finish my fucking report on my essay by Monday so Tuesday I'm free from late submissions. "
"I can help." Ian cups my face with his giant hands giving me two pecks on my lips. His voice was seductive made my knees buckle for a moment.
"You can't and you won't because I won't let you." I warned him, just when I set my hand on his chest , something felt off as if I'm missing something.
Wait, where the hell is my bag?!
My eyes blink for a moment just when I stepped away from Ian walking right behind him to his messy kitchen looking for a blank vintage denim bag. I swear I saw it somewhere like may five to six hours ago.
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