[ There is something so terribly humbling about the way you're looking at him, about the look in your eyes that tells him how you want him so much. Josh rears up to kiss you at that, to show you how he wants to please you, fingers tugging gently at your shirt to get it loose so he can put his hands on you.
He has missed the taste of your lips, the give of your mouth beneath his, the texture of your tongue against his own. ]
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He has missed the taste of your lips, the give of your mouth beneath his, the texture of your tongue against his own. ]