I run my hands down her bare arms. Shoulders to elbows to wrists. She has goose bumps, even in the muggy Florida night. Maybe that’s because of me.

Sometimes I forget she likes me the same way I like her.

Autor: Pam Bachorz

I run my hands down her bare arms. Shoulders to elbows to wrists. She has goose bumps, even in the muggy Florida night. Maybe that’s because of me.<br /><br />Sometimes I forget she likes me the same way I like her. - Pam Bachorz

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