Sitting beside him on the park bench, she tore off a little piece of bread and tossed it.  A dozen mallards feverishly raced to the floating meal.  The water rippled with the sound of quacks and splashing.

“Can I tell you something?”  he asked innocently. 

She looked around and waited for him to continue.

“You’re a much more aggressive kisser than I expected. At first I was a little taken aback, but then it got to be quite a turn on.”

She’d heard this critique before.  “Well now you know.  You might wanna brace yourself next time,” she advised.

“I’ll try to remember that!” he laughed.  “Your lips should come with a warning label.”  He gently brushed back her hair and planted a soft kiss on her neck, just below the ear. 

This time she couldn’t help but blush.  Her eyes closed as she savored the warmth of his tongue.  If only he knew.

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