( linda's head tips back against the couch and sara finds herself glad for some metaphorical breathing room, some metaphorical space — as though she's not still sitting on linda's lap, as though the mere thought about kissing her like that again and then some isn't the number one thing that sara wants right now.
every single nerve ending in her body seems to tingle with a need for more, a wave of desire rolling fresh through her. the air feels thick, makes it hard for sara to do any more than pant softly to herself, staring at linda, feeling a little dumbfounded.
the question gives sara pause, even with the joking tone linda tries to cover it with. yeah, sure, it was the cupcakes. except it definitely wan't; sara thinks she would've done the same even if she was stone cold sober. ) Not alll the girls, ( she tries, even though it sounds stupid when it comes out of her mouth. ) Only the ones that make it impossible not to get carried away.
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every single nerve ending in her body seems to tingle with a need for more, a wave of desire rolling fresh through her. the air feels thick, makes it hard for sara to do any more than pant softly to herself, staring at linda, feeling a little dumbfounded.
the question gives sara pause, even with the joking tone linda tries to cover it with. yeah, sure, it was the cupcakes. except it definitely wan't; sara thinks she would've done the same even if she was stone cold sober. ) Not alll the girls, ( she tries, even though it sounds stupid when it comes out of her mouth. ) Only the ones that make it impossible not to get carried away.