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"Do you want me to?"
She turned to him and dropped her chin onto his shoulder so that she was speaking
directly into his ear. "Yes, you dope."
***
"For a guy who once told me he doesn't floss without planning it ahead of time, I have to
tell you, you can really kiss." Jen was leaning against the passenger door of her car, out
of breath, staring intently at Chris, whose face was inches away, returning her gaze. He
leaned forward again, pressing her against the car, holding both her hands as he kissed
her lower lip, then swept his tongue into her mouth. It filled her with a bubbling
eagerness that drove her to pull her hands free so she could wrap her arms around him,
pulling him closer to her, running her fingers over the short, stubbly hair on the back of
his neck. He moaned and flattened his palms against the car window, pushing against
her with his hips and coaxing a whimpering sigh from her. He felt her legs begin to part,
felt his knee begin to press into her, and abruptly pulled back. He pulled her arms from
around his neck and stepped away from her, holding his forearm in front of his mouth as
if he could use it to stop himself from going back to her.
"What's the matter?" She was breathing hard, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
He shook his head. "N -- nothing. Nothing's the matter. Everything is good. You're
great. But it's -- it's -- what time is it?" He looked at his watch. "It's almost three in the
morning, and this is where I'm staying, so I should get inside." He pointed vaguely
toward the B&B and coughed.
She took a couple of steps toward him. "I could . . . come in with you," she said in a low
tone.
"I think that's probably not such a good idea." Chris stepped back further. "But you
hang onto that phone, because like I said, I'm going to call you."
Jen blinked incredulously. "That's it? You're leaving in the morning, and that's it?"
He looked at the ground, then back up at her. "As opposed to what, Jen? You want to
come inside and have rapid and unsatisfying sex while we try to make sure we don't
wake anybody up?"
"I was thinking 'slow and satisfying,' but I think the point remains the same."
"No," he said simply, shaking his head. "I just -- no."
She tried to laugh. "What is the matter all of a sudden? Did I do something? Did I
elbow you in the stomach or something like that?" She stepped closer. "Tell me."
He ran his hand over his hair. "I'm twenty-eight," he shrugged.