He was a big man, at least three inches taller than me, with broad shoulders and large callused hands. He was a man who was used to hard work and the ...reat outdoors. He offered me his arm and escorted me into the dining room. I glanced in the mirror as we entered the room, and, if I do say so myself, we made a good looking couple. Apparently other people thought so too, because I could almost feel the eyes of the wait staff and our fellow diners as we were led to our table.“For the next two. The boys (that’s what Mum calls them even though they’re at least 25) were just in shorts. They’d brought rugs and boxes of food and drink, and a music player that was playing some African dance music. They were all grinning with their white teeth in their brown faces, and Mum was grinning too. There was a smell of dope in the air, mixed in with the wood smoke, but once we got to the fire it was being blown away up the beach.We all knew each other already so we just smiled while we waited for. "Are you sure your husband's okay with you doing this?" He can fuck groupies all he wants," Kate answered, chuckling. "He's off on tour right now doing just that. I let him fuck whom he wants, so I get to fuck whom I want. We're only married because he asked." You should have stayed unmarried like Aunt G," Sarah suggested.Kate shook her head. "I'm not one hundred percent like my mother. I love Chris, so I married him. These other guys are just ... guys." She made a dismissive wave. "You'll. In London he never had such trouble getting a woman to open up to him, in fact, he had the opposite problem. Women frequently threw themselves at him, and to be honest he had never rejected them. He enjoyed his bachelorhood to the fullest and didn’t regret a thing. Elizabeth, however, posed a challenge. She was alternately fiery and cold, and he found it intriguing. He longed to know the thoughts in her head, and to know what every look that crossed her face meant. He found himself wanting to.
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