<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a playful growl.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Yes… you did…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she kissed him again, a quicker one this time, before pulling back a little, if only to keep her hands from wandering from his waist to his firm ass. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I don’t…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she didn’t quite know how to explain what she wanted.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I don’t want… what you and my brother have is special. And it works for you. But it’s too much. I’d feel smothered. But I don’t want to be kept at arm's length either… I just… I don’t know what i want…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">the frustration had returned, though she wasn’t trying to shunt it anywhere this time.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “And that's the worst part.”</span>