He hums softly at the touch, head tipping back, smiling a little as he murmurs an answer just before she kisses him.
"God, I hope not."
His hands slide up and down her back in the meantime, feeling every curve and committing it to memory, not wanting to let a single patch of skin go untouched.
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"God, I hope not."
His hands slide up and down her back in the meantime, feeling every curve and committing it to memory, not wanting to let a single patch of skin go untouched.