Marble

marble

She ran her fingers over the cool marble kitchen top, enjoying the luxurious feel on her skin

Glancing up at the clock, she bit her lip nervously, wondering what she’d feel when she saw him

This meeting was dangerous, what on earth was she thinking, agreeing to this

But when he walked through the door, she fell into his arms and returned his passionate kiss.

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