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I push him playfully, a sly smirk lighting his features.
He comes back at me and presses me against the wall. His hips starting to slide against mine.
I grab his arms and spin him around.
Hesitate only when our lips are but a hairs breath apart. His eyes shine with all the colors of the sea, his dark brows raised suggestively. I let my fingers slip into his hair, notice how his head tilts. His small eyes close, features relaxing, small thick lips parting. My fingers fall and touch his cheekbones, skim his lips. My eyes close and our lips connect.

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