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in time with mine. One hand hovered near my waist like he was waiting for

an to rush that. I just..." He trailed of

softly, finishing the sente

ust enough to show a dimple I hadn't noticed before. G

ith a nervous laugh, stepping back just enough

ile, but it felt shaky

ull. Full of questions, full of the weight of som

y do things lik

d. "Neit

ow, I bel

ot touching, just looking. No mor

move towar

ight

apart, hearts racing out of sync, tryi

verence, like he wasn't sure I'd let him hold it. I did. His hand was wa

couch, not the bed. That said s

ion in his body-he was holding back. Not out of disinterest, but out of in

ly. His voice wasn't deman

him, knees brushi

g. Just... don't shu

d something

tal

I didn't let anyone see. He listened like no one

at only comes when two people know they've just

eane

t for

Our eyes closed, breaths mingling,

k. Not to pull me closer-just to hold me there, in t

whispered, "it scare

feel it against my skin. "Me too.

s found mine again

re. Not hesitant lik

g through restraint-c

like he needed to memorize the map of me with his palms. Every touch sent

c like it was the only thing keeping me from falli

oward the bed now, pulled by a force

couldn't get close enough. I felt wild in his arms-like something

me there, in

ound-somewhere between a growl and a groan-when I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling

sparks and ever

asn't ju

was the only thing that had ever made sense. The way his thumb bru

ered, forehead pressed against

n't stop

did

laughter tangled with gasps an

g into my lower back, holding me like he was afraid I'd disappear. His eyes didn't leave mine,

eath came in short, broken moans, the sound of our bodies filling the room in rhythmic chaos.

e like it h

s voice was hoarse and unsteady. " You are something

pread like wildfire through my veins, becausei didn'thear him through t

s. My nails dug into his back-leaving marks he wouldn't feel until m

wa

doing the

but what undid me wasn't just the wa

t. Raw

nown, being wanted. Like we were both pouring something into

ural cry, and me with a trembling gasp that sh

ing of something

t wild against my chest. Our fingers stayed l

f us said

n't ne

fast asleep. He looked familiar but with the dim light i

ying not to disturb him. My heart was racing a

elief and uncertainty. What had just happened? And why did