We stop at the gate to the apartment, but Bruno's still hanging on to me.
"The key," he says, swaying his hips. "Pocket on left."
"So put me down and get it out."
He lowers his lips to my ear. "You get it for me?"
Goose bumps. All over. I may have decided I want his attention, but that's a little much.
"The key," he says, swaying his hips. "Pocket on left."
"So put me down and get it out."
He lowers his lips to my ear. "You get it for me?"
Goose bumps. All over. I may have decided I want his attention, but that's a little much.
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