[ He never thought that he'd know the kind of nearness that cut, that could make a body crave so much more. What he feels is the equivalent of being trapped in the dark with only a tiny patch of light in a high place, and that light is also the only means for air to seep in for his lungs to inhale hungrily.
Your fingers are so close and he could choose to shift his hips to bring them closer, invite you in and sate a need that's been the itch he couldn't quite reach all on his own.
Swallow again, Josh. It's just one sentence. How hard can a confession be? ]
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Your fingers are so close and he could choose to shift his hips to bring them closer, invite you in and sate a need that's been the itch he couldn't quite reach all on his own.
Swallow again, Josh. It's just one sentence. How hard can a confession be? ]
I didn't think you wanted me like that.