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Ted's hands slipped down her back until his hands came to rest on her bottom cheeks. " he pressed. "It was your strength. You were my rock; you made me feel safe. " He kissed her again. " "It's true, Ted. You inspire confidence. Now, it's true confession time for you. " "Besides great legs? You were willing to give up everything for me. I made the right choice. " "Passionate lovers," she agreed. " he asked, untangling a string of lights. " Eve demanded, but they couldn't hear her. Eve realized she was invisible.
If you substituted warm oil, or perhaps champagne, for whisky, you could have one helluva sensual celebration! He censured himself for his wicked thoughts and gently turned her over. On Eve's back, his strokes became longer, reaching all the way from her shoulders to her buttocks. He bent over her with tender solicitude. " Her voice was a whisper. As he massaged the backs of her legs he said, "That's because your skin is getting warmer and the alcohol feels cold as it evaporates. " He sat her up.
Who the devil was this Trevor guy who wanted to marry her? He sure as hell wouldn't be able to give her an engagement ring for Christmas. It was way past midnight; already Christmas Eve. Clint flexed weary muscles as he thought of all the wood that needed to be chopped, but strangely, he knew he would rather be here tonight than anywhere else on earth. Clint spent the next three hours alternately sawing the tree into huge rounds and splitting them into logs that would fit in the fireplace. He only stopped working once, and that was to build a roaring fire in the living room.