She has no cause to think of him as hers -- does she? -- but it would be a lie to say that she hasn't caught herself feeling possessive about him in more than just the way her hands play over him.
Her hand, homeless once he rolls to his side, flutters in the air above him like a leaf in fall for a moment before it lands low on his side and takes up residence there as if it was meant to be there all along and the small of his back was nothing but a flirtation.
It's too eager to touch him. She can't pull it back. Or at least she's too reluctant to show the restraint necessary to pull it back.
Restraint's boring.
What's a far cry from boring is the way he inches closer, and once they're touching, it feels like her very skin gives her away.
When he tells her hi, it's suddenly a full-body experience, and she finds herself having to answer it by leaning in practically before she even realizes what she's doing and giving him the most lingeringly sweet kiss she's capable of.
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Her hand, homeless once he rolls to his side, flutters in the air above him like a leaf in fall for a moment before it lands low on his side and takes up residence there as if it was meant to be there all along and the small of his back was nothing but a flirtation.
It's too eager to touch him. She can't pull it back. Or at least she's too reluctant to show the restraint necessary to pull it back.
Restraint's boring.
What's a far cry from boring is the way he inches closer, and once they're touching, it feels like her very skin gives her away.
When he tells her hi, it's suddenly a full-body experience, and she finds herself having to answer it by leaning in practically before she even realizes what she's doing and giving him the most lingeringly sweet kiss she's capable of.