To Be Foreign & In Love

To Be Foreign & In Love

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Last published Fri, Feb 1, 2019

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Will Davis spontaneously moves to China after graduating from university, not knowing what to expect. Tall, gentle, and ready to experience new things, he finds a perfect travel partner and more. This is a cutesy romance that leaves a bit to the imagination, but I will write the more erotic parts of this into a separate story and post later ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," he said quickly, looking at her to make sure he didn't hurt her. He was about significantly taller than her, so the flashcards he was holding were just below her eye level. "I'll help you," she said, dropping to begin picking up the flashcards. "No, no, it's my fault, I'll do it, I'm just a bit nervous," he said, sliding flashcards towards himself into a pile. She started gathering her own pile of flashcards. "Why are you nervous? The kids love tall and handsome foreigners." Her honesty jarred him for a moment as he failed to produce a response, then he snapped back to sliding flashcards quickly and accidentally put his hand on hers on a flashcard just for a moment. They were touching for a thousandth of a second, but he felt the delicacy of her skin for a lifetime in that moment, for he would never forget it. He pulled his hand back and smiled at her, regaining his composure with the touch. "Thanks, Xin Yue, that makes me feel a lot better."

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