[ 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. ]
[ Maybe you caught the slight shiver beneath your boy's skin right at the pads of your fingertips before he closed the distance between you both, and took your lips with his lips. He lets that kiss go on for a while, because he wanted to see if he could still taste himself in your mouth.
[ And that statement is going to be answered with a smile and a sigh, his lips parting to receive you as soon as you lean in. His hands lift up so he can tangle his fingers into your hair and cradle your head as you both kiss. ]
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[ Know that you brought this upon yourself, and he loves you. ]
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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. ]
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(He can.) ]
That's the furthest thought from my mind.
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Good.