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Creative Writing: Empire Island

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Her answering smile was one of understanding, and even when she stood on tiptoe, she only made it far enough to kiss his neck, tasting the salt of his skin and inhaling his musk. “I don’t mind teaching you.” “Yeah,” he rubbed his thumb over the inside of her wrists, pausing long enough to feel her pulse. Simon lingered there, reassuring himself with it. “You’re good at bossing me around.” “You’re good at following orders,” Linn countered and kissed his collarbone. Then she took his hand again, and this time led him down the aisle. She loaded up his arms with paddles and wax, lecturing about how it has to be kept in a cool environment or it’s worthless. Simon listened to her attentively, dutifully following her back to get the rope. There was rope in every color. The standard beige, but then pastels of pale primrose pink and lavender. Black rope, white rope, neon green and orange striped. Linn’s hands didn’t waver but immediately grabbed the coil of rope that was a deep shade of red, like a ruby or a nice wine. …show more content…

She turned to look, her hand instinctively dropping to the gun strapped to her thigh. Once she saw where she was looking though, she curiously walked over. Grinning a million-watt smile, he passed her with his long strides. “Can this be your birthday present?” Linn tilted her head. “What, you want me to wear that?” “No, I would wear

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