[And he is perfectly all right with that kiss, and those unspoken reasons of yours. He's so fine with it, in fact, that before your lips even met his, his lips were already parting, and his eyes were already sliding shut as if doing that will help him taste you better.
Barely a minute in, and his body's easily swinging back into your space, back against your body. He's slowly, almost absently setting the book down in favor of letting his hand slide over your face. The better to let his fingers tangle themselves up in your hair, and help him hold you in place.]
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Barely a minute in, and his body's easily swinging back into your space, back against your body. He's slowly, almost absently setting the book down in favor of letting his hand slide over your face. The better to let his fingers tangle themselves up in your hair, and help him hold you in place.]