[Words that resonate. Somehow, words that make his own heart jump in his chest, despite everything that's brought them here to this moment: And I like you. How simple a statement, just a short thing, but they make him feel warm in a way that isn't related to the physical lust pulsing between them.
And he hangs onto that feeling, revels in it, just long enough to bring his face in closer for a kiss. Lingering, flushed, affectionate.
His hand at her chest trails down to one of her thighs, already spread for him, but he nudges her legs apart a little more, his intent clear. And then, finally breaking the kiss, he mutters lowly against her lips-]
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And he hangs onto that feeling, revels in it, just long enough to bring his face in closer for a kiss. Lingering, flushed, affectionate.
His hand at her chest trails down to one of her thighs, already spread for him, but he nudges her legs apart a little more, his intent clear. And then, finally breaking the kiss, he mutters lowly against her lips-]
I like you, too.