[ It's next to impossible for him to breathe right now. The air keeps snagging against the heat in his lungs, in his throat.
Instinctively, since he's starting to feel overwhelmed by the mess of his own emotions brought about by the way you're making him feel, your fiance is turning his gaze away from you, flushed cheek and panting lips pressing against the pillows. His hand has also fallen away from your hair, to join the way his other hand has tangled its fingers up tight in the bedsheets that you've spread him out on. ]
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Instinctively, since he's starting to feel overwhelmed by the mess of his own emotions brought about by the way you're making him feel, your fiance is turning his gaze away from you, flushed cheek and panting lips pressing against the pillows. His hand has also fallen away from your hair, to join the way his other hand has tangled its fingers up tight in the bedsheets that you've spread him out on. ]