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I could sense he was prolonging his time with me. I

didn't want him to leave either. I suggested he come in

and maybe we would find Evan up. We didn't. His

door remained shut and when I knocked again, we got

the same silent response. It wasn't that late yet, so we went into the family room and started watching some

television, sitting beside each other on the long settee. We began to kiss, small, exploratory kisses, our

lips grazing our faces, his moving over my eyes, my

nose, and always finding their way back to mine. I

turned into him and moaned softly.

He chanted my name as if it was a prayer, and

he told me how much he had missed me and longed to

see me. His hands moved up from my waist to my

shoulders and then over my breasts. It felt good to be

loved, to be wanted, to be needed. I said nothing when

he reached back and shut off the lamp beside us. Only

the glow of the television screen cast any illumination

over us. It was a warm light, making his face glow.

When he undid the buttons of my blouse and slipped

it off my shoulders, he brought his lips down to

follow the lines of my neck to my shoulders and

kissed me again while he took my blouse off

completely. I could feel him fumbling with my bra

clip and reached back to undo it myself. He nudged it

away with the tip of his nose and began to kiss my

breasts.

Excitement within me spiraled out, reaching

every part of my body, right down to my tots. I had no

idea how far we would go. I toyed with complete abandon and he went further and further, moving his hands up my legs, over my thighs, until he made my

heart nearly leap out of my chest.

"We'd better stop," I whispered in his ear, even