And my mind was going crazy, with words like no, no. no but so was my heart with yes, and the aching desire for more. Your lips were soft but strong, your hands pressed against me, but light and fluttering, like the unrelenting butterflies, dancing in my stomach.
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Sounds like love. Is it love?
Its love that wasn’t supposed to be love, you know what I mean?
It’s what all the cool kids are doing these days.