[ She doesn't know how it is that she knows what he wants from her. Perhaps it's the way he pulls back but lingers close. Or perhaps it's a hint of curiosity in the scarlet of his eyes. Either way, as he breaks the kiss, mouth hovering still so close to hers, her eyes open again, looking up into his.
A breathโ which, with his lips so close to hers still, feels for a moment like it's been stolen directly from himโ and a tremble.
Right. She was meant to tell him... She had something she had to say. Truth, in fair response to the truth he offered her just before. ]
I'd like there to be a next time too.
[ Her words are a little breathier than she would like, enough that usually she would be irritated or annoyed by how affected she is over something as simple as a kissโ or two, or three.
...Or four?
The space between them is too easy to close once more. ]
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A breathโ which, with his lips so close to hers still, feels for a moment like it's been stolen directly from himโ and a tremble.
Right. She was meant to tell him... She had something she had to say. Truth, in fair response to the truth he offered her just before. ]
I'd like there to be a next time too.
[ Her words are a little breathier than she would like, enough that usually she would be irritated or annoyed by how affected she is over something as simple as a kissโ
or two, or three....Or four?
The space between them is too easy to close once more. ]