Stolen Hearts

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Alex was on the couch next to me, her head on my lap. I ran my fingers through her thick dark blonde hair, calming myself. Her bright blue eyes looked up at me and her small lips quirked up in a mischievous smile. I smiled back as the movie started. I watched it with interest, but still jumped when the killer would show up in different places.
"You know, the actor who plays the killer is my dad," Alex said, and I stared at her. She showed me a picture of them and I believed her. Alex giggled and sat up. She then crawled into my lap and nuzzled into my neck. I sighed softly and hugged her tightly.
"I meant what I said. Don't let me go and I promise to never let you go," I murmured, kissing her neck. Her moans of pleasure made me only get harder.
"You've really stolen my heart Barry," Alex whispered, kissing my head. I giggled and buried my face into her neck, and her warmth was intoxicating.
"You've already stolen mine," I mumbled, nuzzling her more.

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