THIRTY NIGHTS OF REKINDLED FLAMES

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a beautiful October day. During the first week of classes, he had moved to Public Speaking 101.

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nineteenth

hort black hair, dark lashes, and dark eyebrows, his face was covered in dark stubble, g

I wanted to kneel at his feet and beg him to do everything he wanted

inted at pleasure as he regarded

of breath.

I quickly gathered my papers and said, "Ms. Lavoie, you're next." I grabbe

rms, and my lips were uncomfortably damp. I would have liked to take off my vintage Betsey Johnson slip dress with its black and rose print and my

you please tell us the title

by Pablo Neruda," I said, stutter

to speak up more. Recall that this is a lesson

legs spread wide and taking up room in the front row, he slouched low on his chair. A sed

ep breath a

o see his tongue poking out from the corner. I grinned by the time I got to the second sentenc

e white-bright Florida sun after class. My wrist was s

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a bit more. I used to be somewhat shy. Additionally, I avoided guys that resembled

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. What do you have planned for the weekend? Are you planning to attend the Fa

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h my skin, like I'd been at the beach all day in August. His eye

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vil. I had never seen a ma

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