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This web site contains sexually explicit material:[From Gigi’s perspective] These days, the only thing keeping me calm and focused is the peace of knowing that my sweet Ricky is going to be okay. This divorce has been…brutal on me. Physically. Mentally. Financially. But his sweet smile makes it all worth it. So, when my ex complicates my financial situation even further, it brings me to my lowest. All I want is to take care of Ricky. And now…well, now Ricky’s here taking care of me. Comforting me and reminding me to keep my head on straight. Making me feel things I haven’t felt in a very long time. Innocent feelings, of course. Completely innocent.
[From Della’s Perspective] I can’t believe he’s moving away in just a few months. I keep trying to pretend that the day will never come. But it gets more and more real with every moment we’re together. I just want him to promise me that he won’t change. That he won’t think he’s above us. Or think that he won’t need me anymore. I don’t need him, though. I’ll be holding down the fort. Ignoring the chaos like I usually do. I’ll miss him, yeah. But I’ll be fine…I’ll be fine.
The sweet and tender bond between Jason and Kimmy has been building beneath the surface. A bond that can only stay “pure” for so long. Written on the wall in stolen glances, light touches, and lingering closeness. But on the night of Kimmy’s breakup, Kimmy and Jason stop pretending what they have isn’t real. Well, at least, Kimmy does. Jason is in denial, not ready to admit how he makes her feel. But Kimmy is ready, and she’s not turning back.
When Peter finally appears, Reya is overcome with joy at seeing him again. Whatever drove him away is rectified with a warm heart-to-heart. But a lingering desire has been growing between them long before then. And it becomes clear to Reya that her hidden desires are coming to the surface when she offers to “help” him shower. Does he really need help? No. Do Reya’s perverted urges tell her to stay anyway? Undoubtedly.
There’s nothing like the sexual tension in a steamy game of pretend between an innocent girl and a guy. The quiet looks. Her sweet, timid moans. And the heat of their desires filling the room with the scent of arousal and need. Games like these only go on for so long. And Isabella knows what’s bound to happen when she starts it.