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Slowly proceeding down the first floor, Fletcher halted beside a portrait of a softly snoring ballerina and turned around to face Sandra. "I know... ooh ooh, gentle." His eyebrows arched together in an expression of pain but his eyes told a different, much merrier story.
He quite liked her touch.
"I would greatly appreciate that.... you know," Fletcher said, his eyes just drifting down Sandra's face and to her lips, chin.... and on down. He made eye contact again and raised his brows eagerly. "Oh yes. I mean," hem hem, "please help me."
"I'm sorry." Her expression apologetic, hazel eyes bright as she held his hand, rubbing her thumb lightly over the back of his hand. Such soft, manly hands he had.
She was unable to hide her smirk as she watched his eyes drift from her own eyes downward. She
was wearing a nice blue v neck shirt.
"Of course I Vill help you." Nodding her head. Keeping hold of his hand, she gently pulled him closer, closing the gap between them as she tilted her head to the side and kissed him softly.
His lips
were still tender.