“Ellie.” His voice is deeper, rougher. He’s as affected as I am as he fights to steady his breath, as his thumb gently stroking my cheek. I rest my forehead against his, completely ignoring the busy room around us. Everything is muffled and blurry. Everything but him. I lose myself in him for far longer than I should, memorizing the warmth of his lips. The way his tongue moves. The feeling of his hands on my skin. The strobe lights reflecting in his expressive eyes. “Is this okay with you?” he asks softly. “Of course,” I breathe. I think I breathe, anyway. All I know is I want his lips back.
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