She drifts back into conciousness to the feeling his warm touch slowly tracing the curve of her spine. It’s hesistant; as if he can’t quite figure out how he managed to find himself 次 to her this morning, but it’s no less possessive, and she makes the barest of movements to ease herself closer to him.
His other hand grips the skin of her hip tighter, his thumb tracing over her hip bone and the dip of where her leg begins, and the hand on her back goes to the wild mess of curls, pushing them softly away to expose the back of her neck to his searching mouth.
"You stayed." He mumrmurs...
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