I can’t seem to figure out what to do. I really love her and all, but we run hot and cold. At the moment, it looks like it’s cold.”“Let me see...if I can help,” she said as she reached across the counter and touched the charm beneath Wayne’s t-shirt. He stiffened slightly. “Relax and tell me what is really happening.”Wayne kicked the motorcycle to life and felt its horsepower in his bloodstream. He was wide awake and knew exactly what he needed to do. He was careful driving down Shelby as there. I felt as though he didn't like me anymore, as I thought we were friends, so after an hour when my other friends went home, I walked a couple blocks to his house and knocked on the door. His sister answered, and I told her I was there for Tom. She said I could go up to his room, so I did. I walked into his room without knocking, and he jumped. He was laying in bed, covered in a blanket, but I still had startled him enough so that he told me to leave. I stood there for a minute, and as I. I hold you and rock a little bit until the shaking stops. I will my warmth into you, breathing slowly, holding and stroking. In time - how much doesn't really matter - you sigh. I feel an ember of warmth reflected back to me and see a hint of color where your arms and legs peek from your clothing.You pull back from me a bit, pushing yourself up on my chest to look at me eye to eye. I see sorrow, pain, life, beauty, so many things. I know I can't give everything you need. Perhaps nothing of. . ?", she smiled looking in his eyes.She felt his touch on her skin, it felt electric. Her nipples stiffened, she felt a longing inside of her. His hands cupped her bum, and his finger tip ran down the crack. She pressed her body against his, her blushing masked by the the chocolate of her skin. She wondered if he knew how conflicted she was. Half wanted him to take her now and the other half, wondered what he saw in her.She allowed her hands to caress his skin, always fascinated by the.