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‘Wow,’ Sharon said breathlessly. ‘It’s snowing.’ It was the beginning of winter break and it had yet to snow, so when Sharon saw the feather-like white flakes outside, she rushed to the sliding glass window that led to her back yard. Placing her palms against the glass, she watched the snow fall peacefully. ‘James, come look!’ she said without even a glance toward him. With her parents out all night on their date, Sharon had had the perfect opportunity to have her boyfriend over.

James watched her from the couch, taking in the way her body curved beneath her blue sweater and tight-fitting jeans. He got up and walked over to her silently. ‘Beautiful,’ he whispered next to her ear as he placed his hands next to hers on the glass. She felt her heart speed up a little bit as she felt the warmth radiating from his body, so close behind her.
He moved his right hand to her lower waist and pulled her body closer to him, just enough to feel her soft curves against him, and he lightly brushed his lips against her neck. ‘Are you cold?’ he asked, noticing the shiver that went down her body.

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