"I always want you," he says. "Even in my darkest moments, I want to press myself against you until we're one."
It hasn't always been true, but it is now. These past few months have felt like a quickening, racing him from misery to the very real potential for joy. He shifts under her touch, hands sliding up her ribs.
"As you should. I want to be your comfort," she says, crowding him some more, indulging in a slow kiss. "For you are deserving of it. Of gentle hands and a soft place to rest when tired."
Her clothed body being so closed to him is tantalizing, almost more erotic than if she were fully nude. He can't keep his hands off her, roving wherever he can reach,
"I want to sleep in your arms the rest of my life..."
"Really," he murmurs, intrigued, palming one breast. He could be pleased just feeling her like this. "I think I am much too excited to sleep now, though..."
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It hasn't always been true, but it is now. These past few months have felt like a quickening, racing him from misery to the very real potential for joy. He shifts under her touch, hands sliding up her ribs.
jill remembering this later like nvm
im already takin notes for later
"I want to sleep in your arms the rest of my life..."
that's my girl
"I have it on good authority that you will."
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