[ He's turning his palm up to thread fingers through your own at that, his free hand catching you by the cheek to turn your face back to his.
The kiss he slants over your lips is warm and slow; his eyes, you'll note, mostly stay open, the look in them so full of you, lids fluttering shut only briefly whenever he deepens the kiss.
You asked him to say whatever he wanted to say and because words are failing Josh now, this will have to do. ]
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The kiss he slants over your lips is warm and slow; his eyes, you'll note, mostly stay open, the look in them so full of you, lids fluttering shut only briefly whenever he deepens the kiss.
You asked him to say whatever he wanted to say and because words are failing Josh now, this will have to do. ]