At last his lips turn playful as his mouth turns into an almost bashful smile. As we part, his hands slip down to hold both of mine. And while his smile is timid, his eyes are on fire, as though apologizing for demonstrating such surprising and uncaged desire, but at the same time gazing at me now like he would do it again in a second. “Well,” he says. And leaves it there. My cheeks tingle. The nape of my neck, freshly released from his strong hand, is hot. For a long moment we just look at each other. Until . . . “Yeah . . . that was okay,” I say nonchalantly, although highly aware of the
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LOL stop you made him insecure
