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me?”
                  She felt his smile against her ever growing sensitive skin where his stubble tickled her when his lips moved. She couldn't resist a pent-up giggle and tried to squirm away from him rubbing his face into the nook of her neck once more. Facial hair on men was great, and his rocked her world.
                  “Yes, hot stuff. Those flowers were for you.” She giggled. “Perhaps from that long-legged brunette in the little thigh-high white shorts who 'accidentally' bumped into your shopping cart at Publix last week? Her grin was plastered over her whole face, pretending she hadn't planned the whole damn thing to get your attention. Noticed how she totally ignored me thought? Bitch. Yeah, they're definitely from her.”
                  “Well, there you go sweetie. Those red flowers were for me, don't be jealous. I can't believe you had the nerve to dump them in the trash before I even stood a chance to smell every one of those beautiful roses. Those flowers would have looked gorgeous in a vase on the kitchen table, matching your red Kitchen Aid machine, and you know it.”
                  His beard tickling on her skin turned into warm kisses that moved all around the back of her neck and up under her ears on both sides. Just heavenly.
                  “You admiring roses and noticing things that matches in color when it comes to interior design? Are you trying to tell me you want to work in a flower shop tugging those beautiful locks of yours behind your ears, or that you're gay?”
                  “Oh, preposterous! I can't believe you're mocking me and my manliness. I'm one hundred percent male and I demand I get a chance to prove it!”
                  “Sure, stud. Bring it on. Let's see all that manliness you brag about having, sniffing red roses or not. Ouch!”
                  He had placed a well-aimed little bite at the skin underneath her ear, and simply gave an exaggerated wolf cry into the air before he clasped his arms around her waist, dragging her giggling backwards into the house like a caveman before slamming the front door shut using one of his feet.
     
     
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    Morning light shone through the bedroom window warming up the sheets tangled around them.
                  “Is that a good dream you're having?”
                  “Huh...”
                  “Are you still asleep?”
                  “Yeah... you just woke me up.”
                  “Seriously?”
                  “Yes, why?”
                  “Well, you've been grinding yourself against my leg for the last ten minutes, so I wasn't sure you were really asleep or not.” A smile crept up his lips.
                  “Oh no, I did? I'm so sorry, shit how embarrassing. Crap.”
                  “Don't be sorry! You can grind yourself against my thigh any freaking day of the week for all I care. As long as I'm allowed to get in on some of that action once in a while. Must have been a great dream though. In the end there, before I woke you up, you even made a little faint moan. Please tell me it was good though.”
                  “Aah, alright. It was good.”
                  “Better than good?”
                  “If I was grinding myself against your thigh then yeah, it was better than good. In fact it might even have been pretty great.”
                  “Oh yeah? How great exactly?”
                  “My God, can I have some privacy here?!”
                  “Uhm, no. Not when your dreams make you horny enough to hump my leg while we're