“They said you needed time,” he rasps, his eyes dipping to my red-stained lips and back. “Yeah,” I breathe, moving into him even more. “Yeah.” He dips his head into my neck, softly kissing me. “Way I see it … you had four years. ’Bout ready yet?” he teases, nipping at my skin. I laugh, my head tipping back more because of it. He grins against my neck and moves his hand to cup the back of my head, pulling back to look into my eyes. I sigh and move my hands to his handsome face, skimming my fingers across the scruff of his jaw. “Yeah”—I nod, pulling his forehead to mine— “I’m done.” I slide my
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