Jo pulled in front of The Antique shop, and put her car in park. "I think you should probably get out now," she mumbled; peering down at the steering wheel. "I don't regret making love you to Jo," he announced; holding up her chin, and leaning in. "I love you.. And I can't help but want to press my lips against your perfect lips, caress your perfect breasts, and feel your hot breath against my skin, every second of every day," he whispered against her lips. "People will forget what you say. They will forget what you've done. But they will never forget how you've made them feel.. And believe me..I have a long time for reconciliation. I understand if you don't want to be courting anymore," he finished; backing away. She kissed him passionately; pressing a hand against his bare chest, and digging her nails in. "No one has ever made me feel like you've made me feel..You've frustrated me.. But you've also made me able to feel again.. And words cannot describe.. How lucky I am to have you as a partner, a friend, and a companion," she whispered back. "And I want to make love to you all over again, because I'm actually super turned on," she muttered. "I have that impact on people," he joked; licking her lips.
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Henry dragged Jo upstairs and they made love on the couch while Abe sat listening to his Jazz records downstairs. It's something neither Jo nor Henry would forget any time soon.
