Apparently It Is: Shots I Like of Bradley Evening

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    “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m completely soaked,” Gwen laughs as they scurry into Arthur’s flat. They had gone out for a walk after dinner, but failed to check the weather forecast. They got caught in a surprise summer rainstorm and had to run home.
    “Best get you out of those wet clothes, then,” Arthur teases. She runs down the hall ahead of him, out of his grasp. “Oh, no, you don’t…” he calls, following behind, not running, but taking long swift strides through the room and down the hall.
    He...

Heads up: More steaminess ensues.

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    Arthur crawls forward, kissing her, so that she has no choice but to lie back against the pillows. This time he is pulling at his own shirt and unbuckling his own belt as he prowls forward. He once again yanks the shirt over his head and tosses it in the general direction of a clothes hamper he keeps in a corner. Then he descends back down to her, kissing deeply, as if it has been months since they’d been together instead of merely hours. He is determined to take his time this time, and he slows his pace. She seems to notice...