She was probably the realest thing in his world right now, for so many reasons. Most of which she wasn't allowing herself to think of at all. Losing herself in the kisses brought back memories of other kisses, from the first to the last. She wanted to believe they'd have more time for this kind of sweet touch.
She kept the touch light, tender, but she never let up. Her hands went everywhere she could reach that was skin.
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She kept the touch light, tender, but she never let up. Her hands went everywhere she could reach that was skin.