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there she wasn’t sure what to do about it. Probably just some teenagers who had nothing else to do than mess up things for others, especially when they knew you were somewhat new in town and didn’t know many people.
                  She placed the mailbox across the passenger seat and decided to give the offender a break this time, but if this kept on going, she’d have to go to the police with it.
    Chapter Eight
     
                  The very casual dinner she’d planned for Jefferson had gone haywire as she had already downed two glasses of wine and was starting on her third in pure nervousness, or horniness to be frankly honest. The clock on the wall had already chimed ten, and the food on their plates had been gone an hour ago.
                  Still, here they were. Drinking wine, talking about the most random subjects of the world; from the Roman Empire’s road building techniques, frozen foods that could actually be consumed without vomiting, dogs and their habits, and taste in music. The latter had unfortunately steered them into the path of sexy attire, as a result of comparing rock band’s stage performances and to whom different band members had been married, or slept with.
                  “Define kinky?” He said with a small smile, rolling his finger in a circle on top of the glass standing on the table, looking up into her eyes underneath his dark eyelashes. He resembled a hungry wolf, just dying to jump over the table and devour every part of her with his hands and mouth.
                  “Well,” she said, unsure of how to answer him. “Doing things normal people won’t do. Sexually.”
                  “Define normal?” He said calmly, the light from the candles on the table gave his eyes a wicked appearance.
                  “…things you hear people getting turned on by, that are not too common, perhaps?”
                  “Things you hear about, huh. So you believe media and society dictate what is supposed to feel arousing or not?”
                  “No, well… maybe. I don’t know.” She said low, looking at his fingers now rubbing over his stubbled chin. Still eyeing her suspiciously.
                  “Kinky or not, I have things that turn me on, society deciding they’re arousing or not.” With a small smile, he looked down at his other hand still creating a circle around the top of his glass.
                  “Like… what?” She asked, almost regretting her question as soon as it left her lips. Did she even want to go there?
                  “Hmm… “ He said, and let his tongue slip out between his lips and lick his upper lip before slipping back in again. “Like shaving my face with my razor in the morning, knowing you might have used it between your legs the night before.”
                  A gasp escaped her lips, and in stunned silence she observed his penetrating look across the table.
                  “How would you know I would do that?” She said astonished. She thought that secret would go with her to the grave if she’d do that...
                  “If you ever stayed over I’d make myself well acquainted with your scent. I could smell you on my razor, Raylyn.”
                  “Oh, my God. Stop talking. This is so dirty. Too… weird.”
                  “It’s not weird. I just wouldn’t mind your scent on my face in the morning. It’s like an aroused version of you following me around for the rest of the day after a shave like that. Sometimes I would find myself with a raging, painful, hard-on in the middle of the day, while working on a car, and want nothing else than to widen those thighs of yours and bury my face in that sweetness.”
                  “Stop.” She said, rubbing her hands over her face. Walking away she placed her