My first time guys, don’t be too hard. 😉
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The finger of Wan Pablo traced small circles around the knuckles of Rebecca’s left hand. The two sat together, perched on bench overlooking over a white sandy beach and ocean. As Wan Pablo’s finger traced its way up her arm, a cool breeze swept over the two. With violent spasms, the girl’s body convulsed in a shutter.

“Hey there.”

Wan Pablo’s words fell from his mouth softly, enveloping Rebecca with radiant warmth. Oh wait, no. That was his muscular arm. His tan, muscular arm. His loving, muscular arm; making its way up to her shoulders. With a sudden movement, Wan Pablo pulled the girl to his chest, protecting her from the cold. From the demons. From the menaces of everyday life. He peered down into her bright blue eyes. Into her innocent soul. And whispered those three words that every girl dreams of hearing:

“Wanna fuck?”

Rebecca’s mouth fell agape with astonishment. This setting was so perfect. This man was so perfect. This television “reality” show was so perfect. This bitch had given her rose after rose… empirical evidence of his commitment and undying love. How could he now, that fool, change everything with those Three. Stupid. Words? Her soul in turmoil, Rebecca jumped in the metaphorical fishing boat, motored out into deep water where she knew the best spots where, baited her hook, and began fishing for a response.

“Ummmm. We should probably hold hands first.”

The excitement drained from Wan Pablo’s face like coffee down a garbage disposal.

“But ummm.