They are now leaned against a WALL. He picks up a lock of dripping hair from her FACE and tucks it behind her earlobe. He then picks up another and yet another till her face is clear and flushed. Following one droplet down her NECK and shoulders his FINGERS reach the edge of her BLOUSE. The grip on her WAIST eases also tracing cold WET lines with each of his swift fingers across, over the BELLYBUTTON, exposing more SKIN with every inch of movement. Pink, painted nails clutch at his waist, tighter...
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