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Chapter Three
Distraction
Noun: Distraction
Pleural Noun: Distractions
1. A thing that prevents someone from concentrating on something else
2. Extreme agitation of the mind
Tyler POV
My name on his breath.
Sighing into each other’s mouths in unison.
Lips and bodies melded together.
Our hands everywhere at once; pushing, pulling, squeezing, grazing, tangling themselves in hair.
Teeth.
Tongue.
Lips.
Nipping.
Stroking.
Brushing.
Begging in a silent demand for more, for our feelings, for the lust surrounding us like a thunderstorm in the middle of an Australian summer.
Hot, unpredictable and unstoppable.
Clothes flying around the small living area.
On the couch.
On the floor.
On my cute little alcohol cart.
To the bedroom.
Pushing him down onto the unmade bed.
Pausing.
Our eyes taking in each other’s heaving, glistening, excited bodies.
Chests heaving for breath.
In.
Out.
Pause.
In.
Out
Still pausing.
Our eyes lock.
A switch flips without warning.
Pouncing on him.
Kissing him wherever I can reach.
Tasting.
Touching.
Memorizing.
Every.
Single.
Flawless.
Inch.
His naked body writhing underneath my control.
My name being moaned.
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