Jane squirmed in her seat. She hoped the hostess wouldn't notice her shifting in place. Jane hoped no one would detect her lightly bruised lips as the evidence of the rough kissing wore off. She looked over at Tom, who was staring at her with a twinkle in his eye. He knew just how uncomfortable she was feeling. And he loved to see her fidget and wriggle.
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Sometimes I wish I'd kept track of just how many times I've been in my favorite coffee shop. Surely it was in the hundreds by now. Somehow they survived the invasion of chain coffee shops, probably because they always had some vegetarian food and fresh soup ready for the college kids.
It was an odd layout that only a small town without city planning can create.
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The phone rang once.
I groaned, stirring from dreams as deep as the blue eyes I had been dreaming about.
The phone rang twice.
I sat up and gave the phone two middle fingers.
The phone rang again.
"FUCK!" I shouted, lunging myself across the silk sheets to pick the damned thing up.
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