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    Church of Hot Addiction – (Chapter: Chapter Seventeen)

    Chapter Seventeen

     

    *DING DING DING*

     

    I turned towards the sound and noticed that a large grandfather clock was signaling the arrival of the midnight hour. The room had been dark for some time now and I really hadn’t noticed how long Spencer and I had been lying in silence.

     

    I looked down at her beautiful blonde hair and noticed her steady breathing indicating she was close to sleeping or was sleeping. I moved my hand up to run my fingers through her soft hair and I felt her push her body tighter into my own.

     

    “Spence? Are you asleep?” I asked softly hoping I wasn’t waking her up.

     

    “Hmm…no…” She responded turning her head up to look into my eyes.

     

    I stared down into her deep ocean blue eyes and let my thumb move slowly across her cheek. She closed her eyes at the feeling and I ran my thumb across her lips.

     

    Over the past few days, we really hadn’t had a chance to sit and just “be.” We were so consumed by our need to satisfy our neglected sexual desires that we missed out on the moments where we could just sit back and look at one another expressing our love with no words just glances.

     

    “You are so beautiful…” I said making a smile appear on her face. “I’ve been thinking…”

     

    “Uh oh…” She said with a grin. “That’s never a good sign.”

     

    “Hey…” I said poking her in the arm. “I am a very intellectual person now Spence…I have learned so much these past ten years that you wouldn’t be able to beat me in a battle of the brains.” I said with a smug grin on my face.

     

    “Oh really? Let’s test that out shall we?” She sat up and I frowned at the loss of her body against mine.

     

    She turned her body so that she was straddling me on the couch. I smiled at the new position and let my hands linger on her thighs as she balanced her weight above me. Once she was finally situated, she gave me her classic “I am so going to make you sorry” grin.

     

    “Ok Ms. Know It All…who was the seventh President of the United States?”

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    Comments

    1. Patrick Bateman…creepy comparison. That movie was seriously disturbing and it definitely takes a lot to disturb me. I love the way you incorporate flashbacks into this story. I love all the spashley flashbacks.I’m glad you’re going to get the chance to write more in the next two weeks. Maybe you’ll get the chance to update Painted By Numbers…maybe?

    2. Patrick Bateman…creepy comparison. That movie was seriously disturbing and it definitely takes a lot to disturb me. I love the way you incorporate flashbacks into this story. I love all the spashley flashbacks.I’m glad you’re going to get the chance to write more in the next two weeks. Maybe you’ll get the chance to update Painted By Numbers…maybe?

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