Tragically Wounded

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toward the sky, letting the sun warm my face. It was a beautiful afternoon and I couldn't imagine a better way to spend it than being here with Sean.
    "I like to come here alone sometimes to just think or feed the ducks or stare at the clouds." He laughed, "This is a great place to write music, too."
    I turned to look at him. He'd settled on an elbow beside me, his head propped in his hand. "You write music?"
    He nodded. "Sometimes, when the mood strikes, when I'm feeling inspired," he said, placing his free hand on my leg.
    The touch sent my mind and body into a tailspin of sensations. I swallowed the nervousness from my throat. "So, you really come here to stare at the clouds?"
    "Yes. If you look hard enough, the clouds will start to take on shapes. You've never done that before?"
    "No."
    He smiled broadly. "Lay back." I did as he instructed, and he rolled onto his back. "Okay, now, just look at the clouds and let your imagination have free reign."
    I felt silly, but I didn't want to tell him that and make him feel bad. Plus, it was kind of nice to lie next to him like I was, to know it was just the two of us. It was also a little terrifying considering I wasn't very experienced when it came to men or sex.
    "See that one?" He pointed to a large cloud directly above us. "It looks like Mickey Mouse. See the rounded face and the two ears?"
    I slightly cocked my head and studied it. "Yeah, it does." That was so cool.
    "Okay, your turn," he said, nudging me gently with his shoulder.
    My body buzzed and hummed with the hope he would kiss me like he had last night. It dominated my thoughts. "There! That one," I said excitedly, pointing to a cloud off to his right. "It's a dinosaur."
    Sean laughed. "Good one."
    This was fun and so relaxing. It's exactly what I needed after the morning I'd had. I was so busy staring up at the sky I hadn't noticed Sean roll back onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow again. It wasn't until I felt him brush a strand of hair from my forehead that I noticed. I held my breath.
    "You are so beautiful," he whispered, cupping my cheek with his palm and lowering his mouth to mine.
    I parted my lips for him and granted him access. His kiss was slow at first then became a little harder and hotter. It made me dizzy and stole my breath. When he released my lips long enough to bring his upper body over mine, I gasped for air. Then he was kissing me again, his hand rested on my waist, adding to the heat of the moment. I put my hands on the back of his neck and played with his hair, luxuriating in the softness of it, savoring how it felt as it slipped between my fingers.
    Sean moved up my body a little, his torso pressing firmly against mine as he deepened the kiss. His hand slowly inched up my body and stopped on my ribcage, just below my breast. I was glad he stopped where he did, but I could still feel the heat radiating from his hand, and it made me want to do things I'd never done before. "Sean," I whispered against his lips; then I moaned when he did something oddly enticing with his tongue. The only way I could describe it was as a swirly motion. After a moment, he released my lips and gazed down at me, his brown eyes penetrated my soul as if he were trying to impart some of the lust he felt onto me. Little did he know, I had enough of my own coursing through my veins. 
    "I'm sorry." He traced my lips with his thumb.
    "Why?" God, please don't let him tell me that he was sorry for kissing me. I couldn't handle that; not when I enjoyed it so much.
    Sean ran his hand down my stomach to my waist and then dragged it back up to rest on my rib cage again. His gaze followed the path of his hand before settling on my eyes. "For getting carried away," he said with a smile. "I can't seem to help myself around you."
    I blew out the breath I'd been holding. "It's okay."
    "No, it's not." He gave me another kiss, this time much shorter and a lot cooler. "I like you a lot, Nicole, and I want to make sure we do this

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