What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.
—K.A. Tucker
He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.
Believe me, you have my full attention.
I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.
I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever.
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