Red Tunic of Sex (8)

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    “Dare,” Arthur mutters in Gwen’s ear, kissing her neck.
    “Arthur, we are in the middle of a restaurant,” Gwen protests mildly, pushing his shoulder lightly.
    “We’re not in the middle,” he says smirking at her. “I specifically requested a secluded booth.”
    “I thought u were being romantic, not perverted,” she says, a smile tugging at her lips now.
    “Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” he declares, waving his hand dismissively.
    Gwen...