| �It�s sad,� he said, �when a grown man falls asleep the same time a five-year-old does.� Brett and Mark chuckled. Mark waved as they walked through the side yard to their cars, and sighed, not wanting to wake Lynn. He carefully removed himself from the loveseat and picked her up, holding her close. He carried her into the house and gently laid her on the bed, smiling to himself at how angelic she looked when asleep. She stirred, finding a more comfortable position, and Mark changed into a pair of shorts, then climbed into the bed next to her. He turned off the light and she rolled over, her eyes shining in the darkness, a smile lighting her face. �So I�ve always been exotic and gorgeous, huh?� she asked slyly. He smiled, caught. �Absolutely,� he said, kissing her gently. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him partially on top of her, and he laughed against her. She pulled back. �What?� She acted indignantly. �Are you putting moves on me?� he asked, putting on an innocent act. She acted surprised. �Would I do a thing like that?� He laughed at the look on her face. She was obviously trying to act na�ve. �Never,� he said, leaning down to kiss her again. He pulled away, and she sighed. He smiled contentedly. He adjusted his weight, leaning close to her ear. �I love you,� he whispered, raising goosebumps on her skin. She shivered, and smiled. �I love you too.� Her voice was low in her throat. �God, that�s sexy,� he breathed, kissing her neck. She laughed, turning her head to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. |
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