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GRAY
Waiting for you.
I hadn’t realized the depth of those words, the truth behind them until I was balls deep inside Emory. The feel of her slick heat surrounding me, squeezing me in tiny pulses, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d wanted to be in this exact place ever since I glimpsed her from across the bar as she chatted with the bartender. She was fresh air and sunshine and light and brightness and she'd directed it all right on me. The attraction, the chemistry between us was explosive, but it was more than that. It was some kind of connection that went bone deep, soul deep that I knew I would never be able to escape. And I didn’t want to.
I had been waiting for her. Everything in my life had been a buildup until she arrived. I’d been going through the motions, punch
