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"Mmhmm," I murmur, then pull her in for a kiss.
She's still panting lightly, but she presses herself up and wanders into the bathroom to clean up.
"I was angry with you," I tell her when she returns.
"I know, but I don't understand why. I don't think of David in that way- I'm completely under your spell, Reggie," she replies matter-of-factly, sliding on her panties.
"He wants you, Francesca," I pull my boxers back on.
"No, he doesn't. And, even if he did, it wouldn't matter because I only want you," she steps towards me and puts my face in her hands, letting her fingers trail my cheekbones. I let a small smile loose and nuzzle into her left hand.
"Mmmh. I like the sound of that," I say, and turn my face to kiss her hand. "You're all mine," she rolls her eye but smiles and nods at me.
"They are going to notice you're gone," I say quietly, and she nods again, lowering to pick her dress up off the floor.
"Hurry up, I want some cake," she teases me as I pull my jeans on.
"Fucked an appetite into you, did I?" I rag on her, and she whips my shirt at me, a glorious grin on her face.
We clean ourselves up and wander back into the party, attempting not to be obvious. I don't want to share her, but at least I know I can have her again when everyone leaves. I keep her close the rest of the night, not wanting a repeat of the incident with David. She seems to enjoy her night, which warms my heart. I love this girl so much. Too much for my own good, probably.
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