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Carrie:
“Hey baby,” Gary whispered into my ear, while wrapping his muscular arms around me. “I haven’t seen much of you lately,” he continued.
“I know. You’re busy, I’m busy,” I answered, giving him a quick peck on the lips and snuggling closer to his well-built, toned body. For about 3 months, Gary and I had been in a steady, intense relationship. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that our relationship would be so successful. However, Kevin Richardson still had a place in my heart. He always did, and always will.
“Why don’t you stop by my dorm tonight? I don’t think any of the guys will be sleeping at the dorm tonight,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. I watched as his hands gently went from my waist, down to my thighs. He tenderly massaged my thighs while kissing my neck.
“Great, we can finally watch TV alone!” I teased. I knew what Gary was trying to hint at, but I found it amusing to tease him, just a bit.
“Aw, pwetty pwease, say that’s not all we’ll be doing,” he retorted. “Pwease, pwease.” He nuzzled his head into the curve of my neck. His hands continued to roam freely about my body.
I gave in after looking into his goofy puppy dog face. “Fine, but not until you shave. I won’t make out with you until you get rid of that stubble you have,” I persisted. “I hate to kiss guys who haven’t shaved!”
“And how many un-shaved guys have you been kissing lately?” he inquired in mock anger. I simply ignored his question and gave him an ugly stare. “Ok, but you hafta help me. Say at 7 tonight ok?” he persevered. “Pwease?”
“Alright already!” I joked. “I can only look at that pathetic dog face so many times without cracking,” I joked, as I playfully shoved him.
Kevin:
“Oh Carrie, my back hurts, will you massage it for me? Oh Carrie, my lips hurt, will you kiss them better?” I repeated in a semi-girlish tone as I stuffed my towels into my duffel bag. Carrie was like the perfect girlfriend, always catering to Gary’s needs. In my eyes, Gary and Carrie’s relationship was turning into a fairy-tale romance. Maybe jealousy was getting the better of me. But two can play the jealousy game.
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