What happens in the studio stays in the studio
The Film studio was a whirlwind of activity, a symphony of laughter and clattering equipment. Jonathon, the youngest of the actors, was behind the camera, his dry humor a constant backdrop to the chaos. His brothers, James and Chris, were in front of the lens, their energy infectious as they bantered with Shelly Christie and her best friend, Kate
The room was filled with a palpable excitement, a crimson dream binding them all together.
“You know, Shelly, you should really consider a career in comedy,” Jonathon quipped, his eyes never leaving the camera. Shelly laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ll pass, Jonathon. I think I’ll stick to my music for now.” The room erupted in laughter, and Jonathon couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth. This was his world, his family, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
As the filming wrapped up, Chris, the most intense of the brothers, announced he was heading upstairs to play video games. James and Kate, ever the gossipers, headed into James’s room to catch up. Jonathon and Shelly were left alone in the studio, the crimson dream still pulsing through the air. Jonathon, feeling a sudden surge of courage, turned to Shelly, his eyes meeting hers. “You know, Shelly,” he said, his voice low, “I’ve always admired you. Your strength, your resilience…” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I think I’d like to get to know you better.”
Jonathon’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched Shelly’ eyes widen slightly, her sensual lips parting in surprise. He could see the flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, but also the spark of curiosity that matched his own. He stepped closer, his voice barely a whisper, “I’ve never been able to stop thinking about you, Shelly. Your laughter, your passion… It’s intoxicating.”
Shelly took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with a rhythmic motion that drew Jonathon’s gaze to her breasts, visible through the thin fabric of her shirt. He could see the outline of her nipples, hard and inviting. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Jonathon,” she started, her voice soft, “we’re in your studio. Your brothers could come back at any moment.”
Jonathon’s hand reached out, gently cupping her cheek. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, feeling the softness of her skin. “Let them,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let them see what they’ve been missing.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Shelly hesitated for a moment before her lips parted, inviting him in.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Jonathon’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against his. Shelly moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He could feel the electricity between them, a current that threatened to consume them both.
Jonathon’s hands moved lower, cupping her ass and pressing her against him. He could feel the hardness of his own desire, pressing against her stomach. Shelly gasped, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind. He groaned, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them through her shirt. He could feel her nipples, hard and sensitive, pressing against his palms.
Shelly broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “Jonathon,” she whispered, her eyes filled with desire. “I want you. But we can’t do this here. Not with your brothers just upstairs.”
Jonathon nodded, his hands still on her breasts. “You’re right,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “But I can’t wait any longer. I need you, Shelly. Now.”
Shelly looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely audible. “But we have to be quiet.”
Jonathon smiled, his hands moving to her belt. He unbuckled it, his fingers brushing against her stomach. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her curves. He unzipped her jeans, his fingers slipping inside to cup her ass. Shelly gasped, her hips moving against his hand.
He pushed her jeans down, his hands moving to her thighs. He could feel the softness of her skin, the smoothness of her legs. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them through her shirt. He could feel her nipples, hard and sensitive, pressing against his palms.
Shelly moaned softly, her hands moving to his shirt, pulling it off. Jonathon’s hands moved to her bra, unhooking it and letting it fall to the floor. He could see her breasts, full and inviting, her nipples hard and ready. He leaned in, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth.
Shelly gasped, her hands moving to his hair, holding him in place. Jonathon could feel her hips moving against him, her body pressing against his. He moved to her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth, his hands moving to her thighs, pushing them apart.
He could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her desire. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her wetness. Shelly moaned, her hips moving against his hand. He added another finger, feeling her stretch, her body accommodating his intrusion.
He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He moved his fingers faster, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, circular motions. Shelly moaned, her body trembling, her orgasm crashing over her.
Jonathon pulled his fingers out, his hands moving to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. He could feel his own desire, hard and ready. Shelly looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly.
Jonathon groaned, his hips moving against her hand. He could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing. Shelly moved her hand faster, her grip tightening. Jonathon could feel his orgasm building, his body on the edge.
He pulled her hand away, his hands moving to her hips, lifting her up. Shelly wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his neck. He pressed her against the wall, his cock pressing against her entrance. He looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Shelly nodded, her eyes filled with desire. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”
Jonathon pushed into her, feeling her tightness, her wetness. Shelly moaned, her body moving with his, her hips meeting his thrusts. He could feel the pleasure building, his body on the edge. He moved faster, his hips slamming against hers, his cock filling her completely.
Shelly moaned, her body trembling, her orgasm crashing over her. Jonathon could feel his own orgasm building, his body tensing. He pushed into her one last time, his cock pulsing, his orgasm crashing over him.
They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in short gasps. Jonathon looked at Shelly, his eyes filled with love. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Shelly looked at him, her eyes filled with love. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I never thought I’d find someone like you.”
Jonathon smiled, his hands moving to her face, cupping her cheeks. “I’m glad you did,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “I never thought I’d find someone like you either.”
They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in short gasps. They could hear the sound of footsteps upstairs, the sound of James and Chris laughing. They knew they had to be quiet, to be careful. But for now, they were lost in each other, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
The sound of laughter upstairs faded away, leaving them alone in the studio. Jonathon looked at Shelly, his eyes filled with love. “I don’t want to let you go,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
Shelly looked at him, her eyes filled with love. “I don’t want to let you go either,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “But we have to be careful. Your brothers are just upstairs.”
Jonathon nodded, his hands moving to her hips, lifting her up. He carried her to the couch
The dim glow of Shelly’ apartment cast long shadows on the worn wooden floor. The air was filled with the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant murmur of traffic outside. Jonathon sat on the edge of the couch, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the eclectic mix of furniture and decor that seemed to tell a story of its own. The scent of old books and fresh coffee lingered, a comforting familiarity that made him feel at ease.
Shelly emerged from the kitchen, a glass of wine in one hand and a smile on her face. “Here you go,” she said, handing him the glass. “I figured we could use a little liquid courage to make this night interesting.”
Jonathon raised an eyebrow, taking the glass. “Liquid courage? You mean like when you’re about to bungee jump or something?”
Shelly laughed, a sound that was as warm and inviting as the wine she’d poured. “Something like that. But tonight, it’s just for fun. No jumping involved.”
Jonathon took a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. He looked at Shelly, her eyes sparkling in the soft light, and felt a strange sense of comfort. They’d been through a lot tonight. And now, here they were, alone in her apartment, with nothing but time and a shared secret between them.
“Tell me about your past,” Jonathon said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. He’d been thinking about it all night, about the way she’d talked about her family, her life, and the way she’d looked at him when she’d said it. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything.
Shelly hesitated, her fingers tracing the stem of her wine glass. She took a deep breath, and Jonathon could see the wheels turning in her mind. “What do you want to know?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jonathon leaned back, feeling the soft cushion of the couch beneath him. “Everything,” he said. “I want to know everything about you.”
Shelly smiled, a soft, secret smile that made Jonathon’s heart beat a little faster. “Well, Jonathon” she said, her voice filled with a playful challenge. “You’re in for a story.”
Jonathon raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his wine. “Everything, huh? That’s a tall order, Shelly.”
Shelly laughed, a sound that was as warm and inviting as the wine she’d poured. “Well, Jonathon, you’re in for a story. But first, let’s get a little… lubricated.”
She reached for the bottle of wine on the coffee table, filling their glasses again. Jonathon watched her, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell over her shoulder. He felt a familiar heat building inside him, a desire that was both comforting and exhilarating.
“Okay, so where do I start?” Shelly said, taking a sip of her wine. She leaned back on the couch, her legs crossed under her. “My family, they were… complicated. My mom was a free spirit, always chasing her next adventure. My dad was a bit of a workaholic, always buried in his books or his work.”
Jonathon nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “And your brothers? I remember you mentioning them.”
Shelly sighed, her eyes distant. “My brothers… they were the wild ones. They always got into trouble, always pushing boundaries. I was the responsible one, the one who tried to keep everything together.”
Jonathon reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. “And what about you? What made you the way you are?”
Shelly looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. “I guess I just wanted to be different. I wanted to be free, like my mom, but also responsible, like my dad. I wanted to find my own path.”
Jonathon felt a strange sense of connection, a shared understanding. He knew what it was like to feel like an outsider, to want to be different. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “And now? What’s your path, Shelly?”
Shelly leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a moment. “Now, I’m not sure,” she whispered. “But I know I want to explore it with you.”
Jonathon felt his heart beat faster, his breath catching in his throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. It was a soft kiss, a gentle exploration, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through him.
Shelly pulled away, her eyes filled with desire. “Let’s go to my room,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to show you something.”
Jonathon nodded, following her as she led him down the hallway. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, casting long shadows across the floor. Shelly turned on a lamp, the soft glow casting a warm light over the room.
“Sit down,” she said, gesturing to the bed. Jonathon sat, his eyes scanning the room. It was a cozy space, filled with books and candles and soft blankets. He felt a sense of comfort, of familiarity.
Shelly sat down next to him, her fingers brushing against his. “I want to show you something,” she said, her voice filled with a playful challenge. “But first, we need to set the mood.”
She reached for a CD player on her nightstand, inserting a CD. The soft sound of jazz filled the room, a slow, sensual melody that seemed to wrap around them.
Jonathon looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “And what mood are we setting?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “The mood of exploration,” she said. “Of discovery.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. It was a slow, sensual kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth. Jonathon could feel the heat building inside him, his body responding to her touch.
Shelly pulled away, her eyes filled with desire. “I want to show you something,” she said, her voice filled with a playful challenge. “But first, we need to set the mood.”
She reached for a CD player on her nightstand, inserting a CD. The soft sound of jazz filled the room, a slow, sensual melody that seemed to wrap around them.
Jonathon looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “And what mood are we setting?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “The mood of exploration,” she said. “Of discovery.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. It was a slow, sensual kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth. Jonathon could feel the heat building inside him, his body responding to her touch.
Shelly pulled away, her eyes filled with desire. “I want to show you something,” she said, her voice filled with a playful challenge. “But first, we need to set the mood.”
She reached for a CD player on her nightstand, inserting a CD. The soft sound of jazz filled the room, a slow, sensual melody that seemed to wrap around them.
Jonathon looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “And what mood are we setting?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “The mood of exploration,” she said. “Of discovery.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. It was a slow, sensual kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth. Jonathon could feel the heat building inside him, his body responding to her touch.
Shelly pulled away, her eyes filled with desire. “I want to show you something,” she said, her voice filled with a playful challenge. “But first, we need to set the mood.”
She reached for a CD player on her nightstand, inserting a CD. The soft sound of jazz filled the room, a slow, sensual melody that seemed to wrap around them.
Jonathon looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “And what mood are we setting?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “The mood of exploration,” she said. “Of discovery.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. It was a slow, sensual kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth. Jonathon could feel the heat building inside him, his body responding to her touch.
Shelly pulled away, her eyes filled with desire. “I want to show you something,” she said, her voice filled with a playful challenge. “But first, we need to set the mood.”
She reached for a CD player on her nightstand, inserting a CD. The soft sound of jazz filled the room, a slow, sensual melody that seemed to wrap around them.
Jonathon looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “And what mood are we setting?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shelly smiled, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “The mood of exploration,” she said. “Of discovery.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. It was a slow, sensual kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth. Jonathon could feel the heat building inside him, his body responding to her touch.
Shelly pulled away, her eyes filled with desire. “I want to show you something,” she said, her voice filled
Shelly’ fingers traced the line of Jonathon’s jaw, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in, her breath warm on his ear as she whispered, “I want you, Jonathon. I want you to show me what you can do.” Jonathon’s heart pounded in his chest, his body aching with desire. He reached up, cupping her face in his hands, and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Shelly moaned softly, her body pressing against his, her hands roaming over his chest.
Jonathon broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto hers. “I want to taste you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Shelly’ breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly stood up, her fingers unbuttoning her jeans. Jonathon watched, his pulse quickening as she pushed them down, revealing her lacy black panties. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her underwear, feeling the heat of her skin.
Shelly shivered, her eyes fluttering closed as Jonathon’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding her wet and ready. He stroked her gently, his thumb circling her clit, drawing a soft moan from her lips. Shelly’ hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground against his hand. Jonathon’s own body ached with need, his cock straining against his jeans.
He stood up, his hands reaching for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Shelly’ breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and inviting. Jonathon leaned down, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Shelly gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched her back, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth.
Jonathon’s hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the smooth skin of her stomach. He hooked his thumbs into her panties, pulling them down, revealing her completely. Shelly stepped out of them, her eyes never leaving his as she reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pushing his jeans down. Jonathon’s cock sprang free, hard and ready, and Shelly’ eyes widened at the sight of him.
She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly. Jonathon groaned, his hips jerking forward, seeking more of her touch. Shelly smiled, her eyes filled with desire as she guided him to her entrance. Jonathon looked into her eyes, his body trembling with anticipation as he slowly pushed into her. Shelly gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him, her nails digging into his back.
Jonathon began to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat. Shelly moaned, her body meeting his thrust for thrust, her hips moving in time with his. The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the soft scent of sex and desire filling the air.
Jonathon could feel the heat building inside him, his body on the edge of release. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Shelly’ body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared her climax. Jonathon could feel her body tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she came, her cry of release echoing through the room.
The sight of Shelly coming undone sent Jonathon over the edge. He thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. Shelly’ body milked him, her own orgasm drawing out his, their bodies shaking with the force of their release.
Jonathon collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Shelly wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both came down from their high. Jonathon rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still entwined. He looked into her eyes, seeing the same wonder and satisfaction he felt reflected back at him.
“I think we just set the mood,” Jonathon said, a soft smile playing on his lips. Shelly laughed, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I think you’re right,” she said, her voice filled with contentment. “And I think we should do it again.”
The brothers’ house was a bustling hub of activity, a stark contrast to the quiet, orderly home it had been just a few years ago. Now, it was filled with the constant hum of laughter, the clatter of video game controllers, and the occasional burst of music from the living room. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen, a testament to Kate’s baking prowess, and the faint echo of voices drifted from upstairs, where Shelly and Jonathon were getting to know each other a little better.
The front door slammed shut, and in walked James and Chris, their arms laden with grocery bags. They were a sight to behold, their laughter echoing through the house as they navigated the crowded entryway. “We got everything on the list, plus a few extras,” James declared, setting his bags down with a thud. “Kate’s gonna love these.” He held up a bag of gourmet chocolate chips.
Chris, ever the protective brother, gave a quick glance around the room. “Where’s Jonathon? He’s supposed to be helping us unload.”
James chuckled, “He’s probably upstairs, playing his favorite game. You know how he gets when he’s engrossed in a game.”
Chris rolled his eyes, but his smile was genuine. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll go get him.” He started to head upstairs, but his path was blocked by a figure emerging from the living room. Shelly, with her signature smile, stepped into the hallway, her eyes scanning the room.
“Hey, Shelly!” James greeted, his voice a little louder than usual. “How’s it going?”
Shelly grinned, “Hey, James. I’m good. Just… exploring. You know, getting to know the place.”
Chris, intrigued, leaned in. “You’re not going to find any secrets up here, Shelly. It’s just us and our games.”
Shelly laughed, a sound that was as warm as it was infectious. “I’m sure there are plenty of secrets to be found, Chris. But I’m not looking for any. I’m just here to have fun.”
Chris nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Well, we can certainly help with that. Come on, I’ll show you the games we play.”
As Chris led Shelly upstairs, James watched them go, a small smile playing on his lips. He turned to Kate, who was putting away the groceries. “You know, I think Chris has a bit of a crush on Shelly.”
Kate looked up, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, really? And what makes you say that?”
James shrugged, “Just the way he looks at her. It’s like he’s trying to figure her out, like she’s a puzzle he wants to solve.”
Kate laughed, “Well, I guess we’ll see how that plays out. In the meantime, I think I’ll go check on Jonathon. He’s been up there for a while.”
As she headed upstairs, James couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change. The house was filled with a sense of anticipation, a feeling that the quiet, orderly home was about to be disrupted by something… exciting. He just hoped it wasn’t too disruptive. After all, he had his own secrets to keep.
As Chris led Shelly upstairs, he couldn’t shake the feeling of her presence, a warmth that seemed to radiate from her. He gestured towards the doorway to his room, “This is where the magic happens. Well, most of it, anyway.”
Shelly stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the walls adorned with posters of their favorite games and action figures. “It’s… cozy,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips.
Chris chuckled, “Yeah, cozy is one way to put it. But it’s home. And it’s where all the best memories are made.” He turned to her, his eyes meeting hers. “So, what do you think? Ready to join the fray?”
Shelly nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Absolutely. I’ve never been much of a gamer, but I’m always up for a challenge.”
Chris grinned, “Well, you’re in for a treat. We’ve got the best games here.” He walked over to his desk, pulling out a controller. “Here, let me show you.”
As he turned to hand her the controller, their hands brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through them. They both froze, their eyes locked onto each other. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air charged with an unspoken tension.
Chris swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper, “Shelly… I… I think there’s something here. Between us.”
Shelly took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. “I think so too, Chris. I’ve felt it since we first met.”
Chris stepped closer, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of her cheek. Shelly leaned into his touch, her breath hitching softly.
The room seemed to fade away, the only thing left was the two of them, standing there, their hearts pounding in unison. Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Shelly responded, her lips parting slightly, inviting him in. The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer, the controller forgotten on the desk.
Chris’ hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, feeling the curve of her hips. Shelly’ hands found their way to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt. The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of clothes as they began to undress each other.
Chris’ shirt was the first to go, Shelly’ hands running over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin. She leaned in, her lips finding his collarbone, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw. Chris groaned, his hands finding the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, her breasts heaving with each breath, her nipples hard and ready.
He reached out, his thumb brushing against one, causing Shelly to gasp. Chris leaned in, his lips finding her nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. Shelly’ head fell back, her hands gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Chris’ hands roamed over her body, his fingers finding the button of her jeans, unbuckling her belt. He pushed her jeans down, his hands running over her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin. Shelly’ hands found his jeans, unbuttoning them, her fingers wrapping around his hard length.
Chris groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock rubbing against her hand. Shelly’ eyes met his, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she began to stroke him, her hand moving in time with his thrusts.
The room was filled with the sound of their moans, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths coming in short gasps. Chris’ hands found their way to her ass, lifting her up, his cock pressing against her entrance. Shelly wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his neck, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss.
Chris thrust into her, his cock sliding into her wet heat. Shelly moaned, her body meeting his thrust for thrust, her hips moving in time with his. The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the soft scent of sex and desire filling the air.
Chris’ hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. Shelly’ body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared her climax. Chris could feel her body tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she came, her cry of release echoing through the room.
The sight of Shelly coming undone sent Chris over the edge. He thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. Shelly’ body milked him, her own orgasm drawing out his, their bodies shaking with the force of their release.
Chris collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Shelly wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both came down from their high. Chris rolled off her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still entwined. He looked into her eyes, seeing the same wonder and satisfaction he felt reflected back at him. “I think we just set the mood,” Chris said, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Shelly laughed, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I think you’re right,” she said, her voice filled with contentment. “And I think we should do it again.”
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