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Oliver stood on her doorstep less than fifteen minutes later, a single red rose in his hand as he knocked and waited. He was well-aware of what she'd been up to that afternoon with texting him while he was in a board meeting. She'd clearly learned that anticipation was almost as fun as the rest of their time together.
And he was full of anticipation.
(NC-17 in this thread.)
And he was full of anticipation.
(NC-17 in this thread.)
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