There’s a heat in my belly that pushes me forward, guiding my fingers to the buttons of his shirt. He makes no complaint as I fumble to undo them. The moment it’s off, he slides down so that his lips are on my hip bone and I have to grip the cot to steady myself as they rove lower and lower, until he’s kissing the skin of my thighs. His fingers slide beneath the band of my pants and I tense, not realizing I’ve hardly been breathing this whole time. Bastian pauses immediately, warm eyes flickering to mine as he draws back up and plants a tender kiss to my lips. It’s the taste of rum on them
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