Fall Out Girl by L. Duarte

Author:L. Duarte [Duarte, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00U39E8QK
Published: 2015-03-21T00:00:00+00:00

THE BRIGHT LIGHT filtering through the leaves woke me. Though the air was chilly, the cocoon of Caleb’s embrace emanated warmth and comfort. Our legs were tangled, and I relished on the feel of the weight of his arms draped over me. I inhaled deeply, and his scent made me drunk.

Images of the prior night flashed through my mind, making my girl bits throb. A delicious soreness in between my legs reminded me of him, inside me. A shudder ran through my wanton body. I realized, mortified, that I wanted more. Jeez, had I turned into a nymphomaniac?

“Are you awake?” Caleb stirred next to me, his voice hoarse and sexy as hell. His growing erection pressed on my thigh. Looked like I wasn’t the only one with a new diagnosis of hypersexuality.

“Mmm hmm.” I murmured.

“I’m starving.”

Okay, not what I wanted to hear, but he had proved his worth last night. Over, and over, and over… I sighed.

“For you and food. In that order.” He tightened his hold on me. My awakened body throbbed in anticipation. Without a doubt, I presented with a full set of symptoms of sexual addiction.

Yep, I realized that I occasionally self-diagnosed. Okay, I did it often. I was always preoccupied with addictions and mental diseases. But let he/she who doesn’t self-diagnose, throw the first stone. What? Don’t roll your eyes, I did go to Bible school. Dad was adamant about religious education. But that was a long time ago, a past life. Before Luna, the innocent reincarnated as a heartless bitch. Which brought me to the next phase of my life, a confused split version of me.

I was once a good girl.

I was once a bad girl.

But at that moment, like an unstoppable pendulum, I swung back and forth, back and forth. One minute one person, the next someone else. How could I reconcile the two?

Caleb rolled on top of me and kissed my worries away. Apparently, he possessed an endless supply of condoms. Thank heaven for small favors. We made love under the rising sun. It was gentle and unhurried.

Caleb fed me leftovers from our dinner. To my delight, he had water and orange juice in the picnic basket. I smiled to myself. He had put so much thought into the date. The simple thought woke a new wave of desire. But as luck would have it, his condom supply was finite and had ended.

After the sun was high across the sky and had burned away the morning dew, Caleb opened a backpack that had been leaning against the trunk of the tree. He fished for a brand new pair of blue jeans, a white tee, and a cardigan.

“For you, love,” He handed them to me with a flare.

“Is there anything you haven’t thought of?” I studied the clothing.

“Extra condoms,” he said woefully.

We both laughed at the absurdity of the statement.

He retrieved a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and swiftly put it on. (Believe or not, up to that moment, we were still in the nude.

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