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I let ently

Her little hands slide upme in

She’s so welcoive—and she doesn’t even question us despite everything—that it’s overwhel and my head falls to her shoulder

I grip her hips, squeezing slightly

Her hands loosen, onea lazy path up and down my back, while the other slides past ers in repetitive, soothing movements

I lift reen ones

Words aren’t needed, she can see as I can, the hurt we caused each other The unnecessary pain we didn’t have to deliver and can and will move past

She’s mine and I’m hers and that’s what matters here

I’hted mind

I need her and no kind of fight would be changing that fact

Demi knows and slowly raises her hands over her head

I lick e and ertips

I don’t take my eyes off her as I trail them up purposely, torturously, slow

Her deep breaths quickly switch to short pants, her face giving the illusion of pain, when it’s need coursing through her every vein and all I’ve done is runher ribs

When I get to her bra line, I lean forward, and her lips part I lift her shirt so it’s blocking her face, stealing her sight as I bloaroosebumps rise in response

She loses so it to the side

Her pals the in Thick, warainst my skin, and my hand shoots up to close around the back of her neck

Her eyes pop up, the emerald within theertips into the band of my boxers

Her eyes fall, tracking her own hs, then brings her feet up to help them the rest of the way down until they’ve fallen to my ankles I kick them somewhere behind me

Her greedy hands quickly slide across the front ofrasp