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Our Quiet Moments - 3 I brush my fingers against his, enjoying the warmth that travels from him to me at the touch. Matt notices, and grasps my hand in his, giving it a light, fluttery squeeze before standing up, pulling me with him. "Excuse us, guys, my Synyster here needs a few moments alone with me." He tells the guys, who smile knowingly at us.
Of course, I blush like a schoolgirl, but I do need a minute or two with my boyfriend. Instead of going to the bedroom, where he's trying to lead me, I pull him to the door, leading us outside.
The moment he's down the stairs, I slam him against the side of the bus, pushing my mouth onto his roughly. He gives a
