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Chapter Sixteen
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2021-10-29 13:42:04Theo
I break apart first and press my forehead against his. I feel a bit like I just saw myself kiss this beautiful man from a distance. His kisses are soft, gentle and unrushed, yet he took my breath away. As expected, he’s a terrific kisser, which only makes me want to stay even more. Here, with his arms holding me in place against his body, I feel safe.
“Let’s go inside,” I say after taking a deep breath. Jesus. I’m panting. Like a dog. He’s flushed, and his hair is a mess (I did that.) I can’t stop staring at his pink lips. I give him a peck and he smiles against my mouth.
“You sure?” he asks, the ever gentleman.
I nod, and silently plead that he doesn’t make me say I want to go in for a snog before I leave. It’s getting too cold for me out here, and although his warmth is seeping through my skin, I’d rather be inside and comfortable. Somewhere in the back of m
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