Hopper laughs, rough and happy, as he slides one hand down Joyce’s thigh, her skin smooth and warm under his palm.
“We could,” he agrees, then rolls to the side. At the same time, he gets both his hands on her waist, tugging her on top of him. This all seems impossible. He’s not this lucky, never has been.
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Date: 2023-02-02 07:29 pm (UTC)“We could,” he agrees, then rolls to the side. At the same time, he gets both his hands on her waist, tugging her on top of him. This all seems impossible. He’s not this lucky, never has been.