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Why put ht is all I want Then we can go our separate ways

No ain is awful, maybe even worse since everyone’s off work and it’s a Friday The cabbie hits the brakes hard and s at the car in front of him when it comes to an abrupt stop Caden’s arainst hih to brace myself

"Sorry," I mutter, about to removeit in place

"I don’t mind," hemy heart, my soul "Keep your hand there"

Slowly I look up at hi across his forehead He looks sweet Lost Nervous Hungry

I feel the same way

His other hand streaks acrossto toy with ainst his chest, o We sit like that for long, quiet minutes and I try toand exhaling to his steady rhyth so helps me feel connected to him, like I’m a part of hiers playing with the neckline of my dress, I close my eyes

And let

His fingers dip beneath the fabric ofh rows shallow, my head dizzy I s hard and liftdown at aze is a

But he remains silent, which is probably best Words aren’t necessary any longer Eht is about connecting one last tiood

My heart seizes at the thought, so I push it away

Dipping his head, his mouth brushes mine and I breathe into hiranted how delicious his kisses are, his taste, his tongue, the huue touches his His fingers grip my shoulder; his hand clah But this is as far as I’ll take it I don’t want to get out of control