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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrap my arm around Brooklyn’s waist, pulling her close as I look deep into her eyes. “Looks like we’ve finally got some time alone, eh?” I say, grinning seductively as the door slams shut behind me.

Submitted: April 13, 2014

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I wrap my arm around Brooklyn’s waist, pulling her close as I look deep into her eyes. “Looks like we’ve finally got some time alone, eh?” I say, grinning seductively as the door slams shut behind me. I had been with my contact Ron all week, providing backup as he delivered illegal arms and drugs around the county. The last one was in a rundown part of our home town, taking place in an old abandoned warehouse. If you ask me, that one was a little too close to home for my liking...but I leave the planning to Ron. That’s his specialty.

 

Now brooklyn and I are on our own for the first time in over a week, and I plan on showing her just how much I’ve missed her. The only part I despise about my line of work, is being away from my girl for such long periods of time - more often than not, she’s all I can think about as I try to concentrate on the job at hand.

 

Cupping her cheek in my palm, I lightly trail my thumb over her cheekbone before kissing her lips softly. Every time I see Brooklyn, I am simply astounded by her intense beauty. She’s just wearing dark blue skinny-jeans and a white tank top, but it clings to her curves, showing off her perfect figure.

 

As she kisses me back, I press her up against the wall, sliding my palm down her side to her slim waist but just as I’m starting to get into it, something whizzes past my head, slamming into the wall beside us. I curse, grabbing  Brooklyn and diving to the ground as another bullet flies past us.

 

Grabbing the legs of the small kitchen table, I flip it on its side, giving us cover for the moment. “They...they found us?” Brooklyn asks, looking at me with confusion. “But how?”

 

I slowly peek over the top of the table before quickly ducking down. “There’s a shooter outside...but I can’t see him from here,” I tell Brooklyn. Thankfully, I had anticipated something like this happening eventually. I pull out my cell, dialing Jeff.


“Jeff, It’s me, Noah...It happened,”


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