He dropped another peck on my jaw, but instead of moving to my lips, he stepped back, sliding his hand from my hair but still grazing two fingers along the hem of my skirt. “I really want to lose control with you, but I know too many good stories about you,” he said, taking another step back, the distance between us allowing the wind to cut through the gap. “I think it’s too late for meaningless and one night.”
Why is he such a good man 😭😭😭
