Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

elax. Her hands made their way to my abs and worked each set,
one side at a time. When she reached my belly button, I put my
hand on top of hers. It paused, then started to pull away. I
held it in place.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
I released the hand and lay back on the bed. A finger
traced a small circle at the top of my hip.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured.
The hand moved down slowly. It wrapped itself around me,
softly at first, then with a firmer grip as it started to stroke
my skin.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
Annie leaned over me. I could see the years on her body,
but didn’t care.
Neither did she.
“Stop?” she asked.
“Don’t,” I said.
“No way,” she replied.
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