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No.

Henley: My kiss would be hurried. It’d be frantic. The uncertainty of when I’d be able to do it again would be too much for me to bear, so I’d make sure I tasted you as much as possible.

Brooks: Fuck, Squirrel.

I smirk to myself.

Brooks: Don’t you DARE give that kiss to anyone else, Henley. I want it. It’s mine.

I want it.

It’s mine.

My kiss. My lips. My desperation.

Deep down, he knows he didn’t need to demand that. He knows me. Knows that I couldn’t think of anything worse than sharing what I need fromhimwith anyone else. Still, his brusquely text command has only heightened the way I needed him.

Henley: It’s yours.

Brooks: For. Fucking. Always.

Brooks: Don’t forget that, Henley. Our names are carved together on a rock for a reason.

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BROOKS

My dick is hard.

I readjust it in my boxers, breathing through my nostrils, but it's no use.

Fuck.

I glance at the picture again.

Henley.

Red bikini top.

Tits pushed together.

Cocktail in hand.

Sent to me.

Not posted on social media.

Sent tome.Privately.

I swallow.

Man, I’m deprived. My dick is hardening over a picture of tits in a bikini.

No, not anyone’s tits.

Henley’stits.

I type out a text. Deleting it, only to retype it once again.

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