”“Two years. Wow,” I sighed. I needed to find out more about this before I let slip that I had no idea what the hell was going on. I didn’t th...nk we were at war anyplace, though the typical blustering about who had the biggest balls was going on all the time. When did we get a draft? “Could I read your letter?” I asked.“Sure. Don’t worry, though. You’ve got three more years before you get yours.” She handed me the letter. “How do they manage to get those to land right on the eighteenth. ” That was definitely my intention, and the bed just happened to be the perfect height for what I had planned, so I ask “Can we do the butterfly?” Lia did not hesitate, but there was a bit of desperate tone to her voice as she answered. “Yes, yes, anyway you want, just fuck me" It was easy to see that Lia really had no idea what the butterfly was however because she just laid there ,so I grabbed hold of her ankles and gently pulled her towards me until her firm little ass was resting on the. . That and I just never want there to be any doubt in your mind as to how I feel about you." You haven't exactly been secretive about it," Misty chuckled, her hands moving up to hold Miranda's face as she moved closer, "trust me, my love. I'm not going anywhere without you, and I'm not going to think you suddenly hate me just because you have other things on your mind." Am I really that insecure?" said Miranda rhetorically, glancing away as Misty pulled her forward and gave her a reassuring. I walk slowly to my front door and look through the peep hole. I see someones dark head of hair as they look at the ground a few feet back and I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. I open the door and Ethan’s head snaps up. “Ethan,” I say his name in recognition. My already pounding heart starts another hammering rhythm at the sight of him. Gloriously beautiful as ever, yet worried why he’s here. In the short second before he answers, his expression surprises me. “Chanel,” he replies. His.