Short Fiction #8 The Meeting
Sharon threw her arms around his neck.
â€œDarling!â€ she oozed as she smothered him with passionate kisses.
Their searing embrace continued.
Sharon continued her loving caresses; his hair, his face, his shoulders.
Finally, they both surfaced for air.
Peter â€“ hair ruffled, blushing slightly â€“ gazed intently at her face.
â€œDo we know each other?â€ he asked.
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