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He looks unsure, oddly vulnerable S to be funny I’et you to kiss me Why is it so damn difficult?"

My mouth forms an O

He sets his cup down on the table in front of us, leaning forward to invadebody facing e hands slide up my bare arms to my shoulders

"Never have I ever stared at so hard in my entire life" He pauses "Never have I ever put thenervous"

"You’re nervous?"

"Yes," he rumbles

"So a

My voice catches "Sterling, don’t ever play games with ame, Scarlett"

"It’s not?"

"No" The tip of his nose brushes mine and the ruoddaet someone to put their mouth onwith nervous energy and anticipation Drunk on his cologne and the tingle fro upelse entirely," he admits "Are you?"

My eyes close when his nose slides acrossmy neck He can’t see it, but my eyes roll back into ood

"A little"

His breath His nose

Hisif ant to, yeah?" His voice is husky, vibrating my nerves, just at the base ofhis s it down the column of ently Grazes his way up my chin, the divot ofquicker, chest heaving

"You sood," he says intoabout you"

"Good, ’cause I showered tonight, just for you"

That h, not because it’s funny, but because he mentioned it--as if I couldn’t tell he smelled like soap and a little extra effort

The alcohol has gone to ht--but alcohol isn’t what hasback a sht eye

When he drags his nose down mine and kisses the tip of it, my eyes shut Lashes flutter when those callused hands of his grazenext and I want it

Want ittime

The couch cushions dip e lean into each other farther, h his thin shirt I’ the heat and hardness of hiht kiss scarcely touchingfor insidein time with every breath I take

Ba bu to really lay one onmy face Lips Hair I lean back to study his face, too, wondering what he sees when he looks at me Study his dilated irises and pouty bottom lip His cheekbones and the stubble on his cheeks frorowth

So handso?" I whisper

"I don’t know"

With a te his spread, hands at his sides

I don’t knohat comes overhis wide hips, sitting ht to be there

My eager pal up the smooth fabric of his shirt, every tendon in his body beneath ertips At my mercy when I pin him down

"Hands behind your head," Imy nostrils

He coreat, ether His biceps bulge, whiter than the rest of hi the sensitive skin there, relishing how soft it is How strong and solid themy palms, they skie

He’s breathing hard, squir under me

"What do you daydream about the most?"