Bridging The Gap Part I
Bridgett felt the warmth of his thigh against hers, and her blood pounded and heated in response. The bus hit a bump and he slid more heavily against her. His light snores and whiskey-soaked breath irritated her, but the nearness of his body tantalized her. The tingling in her loins was painful by then; the trip had been a long flush of lust punctuated by less than stellar athleticism on anyone’s part.With no chance to rub off for three days, no chance to seize even a kiss, while surrounded by...
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