[ His hand reaches for you at that, fingers ghosting along your jaw and lingering at your chin as he all but drinks the sight of you in. ]
Kiss me again? [ He murmurs that, a finger curling around one loose, long strand of your hair. ] And promise me last night won't be the last time we do that.
[ It feels daring, almost, for the words to actually leave him. This is as much a confession as it is a request. You've given him something he didn't think he'd get and that in itself is plenty. ]
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Kiss me again? [ He murmurs that, a finger curling around one loose, long strand of your hair. ] And promise me last night won't be the last time we do that.
[ It feels daring, almost, for the words to actually leave him. This is as much a confession as it is a request. You've given him something he didn't think he'd get and that in itself is plenty. ]