up with some meaningful； epic fuckinglove poem about those two morons。？ ？Thanks；？ Dan
mumbled sarcastically。 ？You？ve filled me with confidence。？ He turned over to face her； wanting to
look at her even though she was turned away。 He could hear the small； quiet sound of her
breathing in the dark room and could feel the warmth of her almost…naked body。 She was always
so warm at night。 The ridiculously soft skin of her bare arm grazed his。 One of the things he？d
always loved about Vanessa？s body were its contrasts？her stubbly scalp next to the softness of her
skin。 The pillowy feel of her lips and cheeks 。 。 。 Dan smiled and moved ever so slightly closer to
her warm； sleepy flesh。
Vanessa felt Dan？s hot breath tickle her neck as he lay inches from her on the bed。 Being in such
close quarters with him when all her hopes had been so recently dashed was killing her。 ？So；
how？s Greg？？ she asked softly； hoping the note of rejection in her voice wasn？t as clear to him as
it sounded to her。 She moved toward the edge of the bed； shifting so that her left foot hung off the
side。 Anything to escape the torture of feeling Dan？s skin on hers。
？Umm 。 。 。 he？s fine；？ Dan mumbled。 Greg。 Right。 His boyfriend。 As Vanessa inched further and
further away from him on the bed； it became obvious that she wanted nothing to do with him。 And
why should she？ He was a confused pink…disco…suit…wearin