lundi 4 janvier 2016

Reaching out

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"“I don’t want it,” he began and she gasped, told herself it was an incomplete statement. There was a way that sentence needed to finish, a declaration of love, need and want hanging between their bodies, flushed against one another. Otherwise his touch would be a lie. The way his digits were tracing her spine, pressing lightly on her vertebras, counting them (if the look of utter focus on his face and the slowness of his touch were anything to go by). The way his hands were now pushing the fabric of her dress out of her way, not quite letting it slip away from her shoulders and reveal her chest, but baring more of the skin of her back to his touch. All of it would be a lie."

Words: 2255, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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