"Look at me," she whispered, sliding her hands over his chest.
Carefully Isabel opened the little mental door that she used to keep the flashes in check just the tiniest bit. The memory was simple, the shirtless party on the roof, and the stab of desire she'd felt when she'd glittered him.
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Date: 2008-02-29 04:50 am (UTC)Carefully Isabel opened the little mental door that she used to keep the flashes in check just the tiniest bit. The memory was simple, the shirtless party on the roof, and the stab of desire she'd felt when she'd glittered him.