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There’s an ache withinof warmth in my stomach It’s like an indescribable, beautiful need, a desire even, and it’s calling for Razor to touch h only he has broughtpleasing tingles that zap to h the fabric of his shirt, I explore his h I crave the war between us

As I reach the hem of his shirt, my wrist bumps his cut anddown at me with the deepest blue eyes

"You can take it off," he says, and the thought of doing so terrifies me and causes a spark of joy He doesn’t allow anyone to handle his cut, and when someone does touch it, they’re careful to avoid his patches

I reach under the leather, up to his strong shoulders, and keeping e it off his ar will become discarded My shirt and his His jeans and possiblyI need this h me as Razor’s eyes track the ain It’s like we’re becoertips graze along his ar the inside of his wrist, and with each second that passes, my heart rate increases Faster and faster and faster

His cut skirips it, my heart stutters with the switch in pace Razor takes over Easing his cut off, he folds it, then reverently places it on his dresser

Razor circles an arm around me, and a smile bursts from me when he lifts entle as he lays e pillow and my body is cradled by the blanket beneath me

Razor yanks his shirt over his head to reveal all his beauty and he kneels One knee against ers pace the inner seahtened sense of awareness causes my cells to awaken

He leans down, situates his hands on either side of me, but hovers his body wickedly away from mine "I’m in love with you This isn’t a memory, but a promise, do you hear me?"

I hear him and his words cause a pain inhis spine and another touches his cheek His jaw is smooth and his blond hair falls so that it almost covers his eyes I’et from Razor--his love, his memory, a promise "I love you, too"

He drops his head and kisses oose buic, creating a tingling sensation wherever they roas atup, my hands over my head We briefly separate as the material is eased off ins this slow, seductive trail of kisses

Soon, there’s no material between our chests and he touches and kisses and nips and his hands move lower My body and Razor’s rock in the sa synchronized by our pulses I suck in an audible breath that partly describes the intense pleasure