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    A Final Dream – Chapter 27

     

    “You come pretty close, tough, all those beautiful songs. How come you haven’t played ‘Remember’ to the boys yet?”

     

    “I don’t come anywhere near, and that song is just too personal. And as Lee said, we have enough love songs for now.”

     

    “It was a beautiful song tough.”

     

    “You say that about every song, you’re biased,” I laugh. She roams her hands along my sides and lick her lips.

     

    “That’s because everything you do, everything you are is beautiful. I’m really so proud of you, I wish I could do something back.”

     

    “Tee, you don’t have to do anything back. That’s why it’s called love, it’s unconditional.”

     

    “I know, coffee, but still… if I could do just something.” Since the girl at the fair, Emily, assumed my name must be coffee, Tina sometimes uses it.

     

    “You sing those songs with such passion that I know that you really feel them. That’s wonderful,” I say, kissing her temple.

     

    “Mmmhmmm.” Her voice sounds muffled. Her hand slips under the waistband of my yoga pants and she squeezes my ass cheek.

     

    My hand goes to her lower back, slipping under her shirt. She’s wearing a white boho skirt that falls just below her knees, along with a white shirt. My shirt is white as well. We’re actually waiting for rain.

     

    Just as we’re getting carried away, she pulls back. I look at her, confused, scared I’ve done something wrong.

     

    “Just,” she gives me a kiss, “wanna save the project so I don’t forget.” Ever word is followed by another kiss and I reluctantly let go of her.

     

    I look outside the window and to my utter joy, I see it starts raining. Tina closes her laptop down and I beam at her.

     

    “Look!” I say, pointing at the window. She follows the direction in which my index finger points and a wide smile grows on her beautiful face.

     

    “Let’s go outside,” she says flirtatiously.

     

    I exitedly take her hand and lead her to the garden. The rain soon makes us wet and we’re both surprised that the other isn’t wearing a bra.

     

    Her nipples comes through, pushing the fabric of her shirt. I can’t believe how good she looks. Her long, wavy hair that I wet now, her shirt that is see-through because of the rain, her protruding nipples, her ample breasts…

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