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tantric
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"no reaction. nil. nada. zilch."

he retreated to the far corner of the couch and slumped there like a little boy defeated.

i could barely suppress my laughter as i shrugged while trying to focus on crash that was playing on the dvd player

"well , brownie points for trying anyway" , i said and stuck my tongue out at him.

"i don't believe your heart isn't in the least fluttered" he retorted and inched towards me.

with his coarse stubble against my shoulder ( mmm. ) , i felt a hand creep up my waist to feel for my heartbeat.

"pulse normal. not fluttered. damn."

i turned around and it was hard to ignore his dusty blue eyes staring at me earnestly , yet laced with an irresistable defiance.

seduction.

"you said you were going to jig while singing the waltzing matilda.. you promised.." i could hardly breath , much less speak audibly while bearing his weight.

"i will , after i'm done with you , you naughty enigmatic girl"