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Wheeeeeee. I sucked today. But I guess I'd rather have crap on paper to be edited than crap in my head!
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“I never thought you’d be one to become a rose, little Evie,” he commented as he spun her, with a wry smile.
“Not so little anymore,” she returned. “Or I never would have. I’d thank you to remember that.” She felt a little irked at his statement, and didn’t quite know why. It felt belittling to her, as if widening their age gap, though theirs and larger had been crossed by many couples before.
He must have seen the irritation in her eyes, because he laughed at her. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You must forgive us old men, for not seeing change before it is thrust before them and they are forced to notice. We’re still reeling from the shock.”
“Old!” She exclaimed, his transgression immediately forgiven. “Merric, you mock me. You graduated with Robbie, and he’s only twenty-six. You can’t be more than a year his senior, if even that.”
He nodded sagely. “Oh yes,” he said, steering their movement towards the edge of the hall, then suddenly breaking the dance to pull her around a corner into an archway that hid them from the view of the rest of the party. Pressed up between his body and the wall, she felt her heart racing. His hand held her chin for a moment, lifting her face upwards to look at him, before his lips touched hers in a kiss tingling with passion. She melted into him, her eyes fluttering open in confusion after he stopped a moment later. “I am an old man. Old enough to take what I want…” Here he kissed her again, in gentle, light caresses that left her aching. “And old enough to know where to stop.”
She made a little cry of disappointment as he stepped back, still holding her hand. “Don’t worry,” he said with a soft laugh. “I’ll be in the bidding for you. Just can’t jeopardize my chances until then.”
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5034 / 50000 words. 10% done!
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“I never thought you’d be one to become a rose, little Evie,” he commented as he spun her, with a wry smile.
“Not so little anymore,” she returned. “Or I never would have. I’d thank you to remember that.” She felt a little irked at his statement, and didn’t quite know why. It felt belittling to her, as if widening their age gap, though theirs and larger had been crossed by many couples before.
He must have seen the irritation in her eyes, because he laughed at her. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You must forgive us old men, for not seeing change before it is thrust before them and they are forced to notice. We’re still reeling from the shock.”
“Old!” She exclaimed, his transgression immediately forgiven. “Merric, you mock me. You graduated with Robbie, and he’s only twenty-six. You can’t be more than a year his senior, if even that.”
He nodded sagely. “Oh yes,” he said, steering their movement towards the edge of the hall, then suddenly breaking the dance to pull her around a corner into an archway that hid them from the view of the rest of the party. Pressed up between his body and the wall, she felt her heart racing. His hand held her chin for a moment, lifting her face upwards to look at him, before his lips touched hers in a kiss tingling with passion. She melted into him, her eyes fluttering open in confusion after he stopped a moment later. “I am an old man. Old enough to take what I want…” Here he kissed her again, in gentle, light caresses that left her aching. “And old enough to know where to stop.”
She made a little cry of disappointment as he stepped back, still holding her hand. “Don’t worry,” he said with a soft laugh. “I’ll be in the bidding for you. Just can’t jeopardize my chances until then.”
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