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The air was tense with words unsaid. She moved away from him, her jaw clenched and her eyes tight. He sighed, closing his eyes. When had it gotten to this point? He missed her laughter, her smiles - her in general. Now they were divided and he was much too far to cross the bridge anytime soon.
He met her somewhere nearby, Adams Avenue perhaps. She was window shopping, her nose almost touching the shop window's glass and she had walked pass, lightly bumping into her. She had given a small shout and he had offered a timid jump in reply.
She laughed and giggled and her squeals of laughter were like a song to his ears. She ran through the waves, her voice shrill as the cold water hit her and her face wet when the mist touched her. Her eyes were bright and his heart was warm.
Legs, legs, legs. She had miles of them. Her skirts, short enough to keep you interested, yet long enough to cover what was important. She smiled, a secret, seductive smile and you were hers.
His hands were soft and wanting, pouring over her body softly. They covered her, warmed her, cooled her. Smoothing her blemishes and making her anew.