Silverlight Terrace She wanted me to let down my guard

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She saw the twinkle in his apple green eyes, and she was sure there was some irony there.  Her brows furrowed together as she faced him fully, lids still narrowed to protect her sensitive eyes from the garish light of day.  

Although he wasn't teasing, she couldn't help but feel as if he was.  The way he moved, dipped close to the wispy feathers of her inner ear brought forth an exasperated, wanting sigh.  Because I don't remember.  It made her feel caged, as if her memories were somehow falsified; and if they had become intimate, she wanted to know.  It was her body, and if she had her first sexual encounter with someone and she couldn't even remember?  What a joke.

She took in a breath and exhaled slowly, ears flat on either side of her crown.  So, did we?