"Marion, what are you doing?" Debra shot him a warning look.

Marion shrank back.

"Alright. I'll call again when I get there," Michael said.

"Okay." Debra ended the call and looked up to see Marion's frustrated look.

"I'm hungry," she said, pecking him on the lips.

Marion lost what little control he had left. He tilted her chin up, pressed a hand to

the back of her neck, and kissed her deeply.

It wasn't until they were both breathless that he finally pulled away.

"Let's go eat," he said.

Debra glared at him, knowing he was doing that on purpose.

"Well, I'm not that hungry anymore," she said deliberately.

back and met her limpid eyes. His lips, slightly swollen from his kisses,

hungry, though." His voice was low,

were slow, lingering. His lips trailed down to her neck, and

slipped down to her waist, the lace straps

His fingertips brushed across her face so gently, as if he were terrified of hurting

"Go slow," Debra murmured.

heard the shyness in her tone and moved

as porcelain. Even the slightest pressure left faint

were done, the sun

exhausted. Marion thoughtfully tucked a blanket

to carry

I can walk. You

if she let him,

She knew up

other round. That

something she couldn't handle.

t belongs to

and watch as she

up.

way the fabric draped

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