The Elder by Celia Aaron

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The Elder by Celia Aaron

When I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t mistake the heat in them. Jesus, what was I thinking coming down here in just a towel? Suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore. It was hot, and I needed to escape. But I didn’t move, just stared up at him, my lips slightly parted as my mind tried to get its footing on what to say.
I kissed her. I couldn’t let her go, but I couldn’t think of any other way to convince her to stay. It was dumb and rash, but also perfect.   
She let go and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving herself to this moment, sharing it only with me. I placed my free hand at her throat, her soft skin heaven on my fingertips. Would the rest of her be even softer? 

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