Page 30 of Offensive Plays

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Page 30 of Offensive Plays

But here in this big, empty house...it's peaceful.

"Yeah, I mean it's just me and Gigi."

There's a small purring I hear from the corner of the living room.

"Oh and Lady."

The kitten meows. "Hi, Lady."

She steps toward me cautiously. She's fluffy with white and black patches.

"Careful," Libby warns. "She's got claws."

"Most ladies do," I say with a smirk.

Libby inspects her manicure and nods to confirm.

"I'm going to take my claws and make us that hot chocolate."

She lifts the hem of her dress and walks over to the kitchen. Pulling her hair out from the updo she has it in and letting it tumble down her shoulders.

That beautiful red hair of hers. It's fiery and soft against her porcelain skin.

I look around the living area when… wait a minute.

I turn to Libby, who’s now pulling mugs down from the cabinet. Her hair curling at the ends and dancing with each motion.

I open the app on my phone and scroll through the pictures exchanged with LeaveHerWild.

There's one taken in front of a fireplace. I lift the phone up and hold it up against the fireplace in front of me. Black marble. No mantle. Goes all the way to the ceiling.

LeaveHerWild is showing off her cute little outfit in the photo. The pixels covering her hair are light. She could be a red-head.

"How hot do you like it?" Libby calls from the kitchen.

I get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen to stand beside her.

"As hot as you'll give it to me, Libby.”

Her back is to me, but she stills at my voice.

"You scared me," she says letting out a whoosh of air. "I thought you were still in the living room."

"Your clothes are wet, you don't want to go change?"

She shakes her head.

"You’re wet, too," she points out.

I walk up behind her and place a hand on her lower back. "Go, get changed. I'll finish up here."

I see the way her skin breaks out into goosebumps at my touch.

"Okay," she breathes out. "Milk's on the stove. When it's done boiling you can pour it into each mug."

"I think I can make hot chocolate, Libby."

She smirks, "Of course. I'll be right back."




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