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My hand still tingled where he’d shaken it; his fingers were callused and warm, his hand dwarfing mine.
Between that and his thick, sandy hair, his dimpled smile, and freckles, I’d practically been swooning. And he smelled incredible.
We love a man SWOONING 🥹
Thor moved his hand out of the way, and his fingers found their way up into my hair, scratching against my scalp. It felt wonderful and beautifully familiar, though we barely knew each other. I let myself take comfort in his fingers, and it seemed to soothe him too, having something to do with his hands, someone to care for.
Aw
The scent was so thick and strong in the air it was like I could taste him, and before I could get a grip, I realized I was legitimately panting, drawing more of Cas into my lungs.
Sweet baby pick your jaw up off the floor please 😅
If he got any closer, I didn’t know what I would do—lick his neck, probably. Good grief.
OMG 🤣
His scent punched me in the chest, like Cas had reached through it, grabbed my heart, and squeezed. And pulled. Toward him.
THE YEARNING
I rolled over, watching him stretch as he stood. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to kiss the little dimples at the base of his spine, or push my face between his shoulder blades and breath him in.
So. Much. Yearning 🥰
Being so close to my bonded mate smoothed the rough edges down, his very presence like a warm bath and a bite of chocolate.
