Ginny let go of his hand and balled it in the front of his shirt. She kissed him intensely, almost losing her balance, holding tight to his shoulder and squeezing the roses so tight, she was certain that she would draw blood. "Why don't we have dessert first," she whispered, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue.
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