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    wandering- 3

    “So I just press this to start it?” her voice a distant sound, and I can only nod my head yes.

    The music floating through the air surrounding both of us, her eyes pulling me to her. I can’t break away from her stare, I don’t want to. When she looks at me like that I can do anything, when she smiles like that my heart races far too fast, pounding against my chest. It beats louder and louder overpowering the music, her eyes bright and she tucks this strand of hair behind her ear. She looks away and I have never seen a sexier ear lobe.

    “Shit,” what? She shouldn’t be swearing right? “Dude I totally suck at this.”

    “Hey, watch the language you shouldn’t be swearing.” I can’t believe she just swore fuck if I can’t swear then she shouldn’t either. Fuck I can’t believe that man…she sounds like she knows what she’s doing.

    “Sorry,” she plays with the buttons nervously.

    “Pass it here.” I wonder if I could ever sound like that.

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    “Hey Alex, you want to turn that off and get ready please.” oh god I sound like my mom…shit I need to clean the kitchen.

    “Uh yeah okay,” well I guess she’s going to be obsessed with this game like Shane is.

    Ok god I need to do something, I should really clean the kitchen. Ok dishes done, counters clean table clean I don’t know what to do. Her hands moving down my arms, chasing this fear this unease away. Everything is perfect in her arms; nothing can touch me when she holds me. Her breath washing over my neck, the smell of her, her fingers curling as she pulls me in.

    “Calm down,” the smooth sound of her voice running through me. “Everything’s alright.”

    Her fingers entwine with mine, she holds her hand so that mine is flat. She kisses each finger slowly, carefully the soft feel of her lips sending those chills through out my body. That little kiss she does on the back of my neck, her hair surrounding my hand and I wonder how much time we have.

    “What time is it?” her skin, her lips the slight scaring of her tattoo.

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