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LINGER - THE CRANBERRIES "So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you? But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. You got me wrapped around your finger."
:･✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧
THE NEXT MORNING Willow awoke with wide eyes to the man who was lying next to her in a deep slumber. What had she done? And why had a guilty feeling suddenly begun to overwhelm her?
Memories of his large hands running over the smoothness of her skin acquired in her mind. The way his lips traveled from her mouth, down her body, and ultimately giving her sweet pleasure reflected in her mind as well.
And she knew for a fact she hadn't at all daydreamed about those events since there was an absence of clothing covering her body. Only the warmth of the bed sheets kept her from being exposed.
She just looked around at her surroundings, confused. Where were they? How much did she have to drink?
Then, with sudden realization, her eyes widen even more.
"Shit." She breathed, recalling being in Art Donaldson's presence.
"Language, please?" A joke landed from the man lying next to her. He placed a hand behind his head with a genuine smile.
"Thomas..." She began to shake her head.
"I know, I know. Drunken mistake." He sighs while letting his eyes close for a moment, "It's okay."
"No."
He was taken off guard by the way her hand landed on his toned abdomen and she leaned down to place a kiss on his lips.
His smile only grew larger as she leaned back to look at him.
"Not unless it was your drunken mistake." She leans mere inches from his face, holding her head up with her palm.
"Yeah?" He smirked.
"Yeah." She nods.
And the two simply smiled at each other with adoration.
Though for Willow she held a sense of relief. Maybe she'd finally be able to get away from the ghost of Art that still haunts her.
