Partners in Crime
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We ran. It had been a narrow escape. The police drones were stopped by the casino doors and the security cameras didn't cover the alleys well. Two buildings over we climbed the fire escape to watch the cruisers scream and screech to a halt, too late to catch us. Laying low on the roof breathing hard, we giggled.
I rolled to my back, smiling and laughing through gasps of air as my heartbeat slowed. My entire body tingled. Such was the rush of adrenaline.
My partner in crime gazed down at me, also panting with the exertion and smiling with satisfaction. Deep in his eyes was a glow and a life, a flame I had never seen before. Had he smirked or tilted his smile a fraction more, it would almost seem sinister, like a villain's success.
Instead, he slowed his fading smile and locked eyes with me, his gaze intent, but softer somehow.
Before I could comment and break the intensity, he locked his lips on mine. For a millisecond, we were as one, melting into each other.
Then fear crept in. What were we doing?
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Comments (3 so far!)
Nothing good, that's for certain.
- #2445 Posted 2 years ago
Hee hee, your comment is just like what I would write!
- #2447 Posted 2 years ago
Nothing good indeed! ;-D
But the excitement of it all!
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