"His lips press to mine, soft and searching, and I close my eyes and welcome him. My heart is beating so fast that I can barely breathe, and all of me is tingling. His tongue traces a delicate path along my bottom lip and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him closer. He may have been a perfect hero in my dreams but that perfect hero did not taste like this. He was not warm and trembling like this."
— Aug 06, 2015 01:50PM
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