"It sounds fictional, doesn't it? A little girl waiting years for her best friend to return knowing he couldn't due to a situation out of his control." She said with a little chuckle as she diverted slightly from my statement
"It sounds like to me w...
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The sexual tension had been evident ever since me and Dawn stepped into my loft.
I needed her hands all over me like I knew she wanted mine all over her. I wanted to touch her in other ways I knew no other man could. I wanted to hear her calling my name while I gave her my heart and soul.
All I needed was her permission.
Finally escaping my thoughts I sat down on my bed drying my wet hair with a towel waiting for Dawn to come out of the shower we had recently shared.
That shower itself was a bad idea. All the kissing we were doing was another reason I had left before her as well as her naked body that was now a picture framed in my mind with every other memory I have of her.
Looking to the left out the glass windows of my loft that sat with the high-rise buildings above the many lights below that helped paint the beautiful nights we have in Gotham.
Even though I knew how vile it could be at times.
"What'cha thinking so hard about?" Dawn asked with a small causing me to direct my attention to her as she walked over to where I sat
"You..." I declared as I looked up at her the moment she stopped in front of me in nothing but a cropped Nightwing shirt and her panties
