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Grayson didn't come home
till very late
and when he did
I made sure I wasn't sleep
I had missed him
The room was almost pitch black
his mammoth form dwarfing
the door frame
as he stood silhouetted
by the lack of lights
His mouth was on mine
in an instant
my hands wreathing off the shirt, jacket and pants
his fingers deftly unclasping the lingerie
On top of the covers
I grinned
not knowing where this new burst of lust had come from
My hands dragged down his sides
and then they stopped
The scar—
the shattered scar that should have been up his side
was gone
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S U I T S (#2)
Historia CortaLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
