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Quinn
I patiently sit on the blanket while Jagger gets the bonfire started. The s’mores sound amazing, but his mouth and hands on my body are what I’m craving right now. I wanted to take things slow, to be sure, and maybe it’s being here where it all happened, but I’m taking what I want tonight.
The fire roars to life, and Jagger comes to sit next to me on the oversized blanket he pulled out of the bag he brought down to the beach. “Do you want a blanket to wrap around yourself to keep you warm?”
I shake my head, my eyes focused on the yellow flames. “You can warm me up.”
He leans back on his arm, holding his head up with his hand, one arm draped over my stomach. “I’d be happy to.” He uses a small amount of force to ease me down. Not that I’m fighting.
He nuzzles into my neck, his
