The Perfect Night ✓ (Rewritten Version)

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I freeze as her lips press into mine, shocked by her actions. On instinct, my hand moves to her hair, and the other wraps around her waist. Pulling her closer until our bodies are plastered together, lips moving against each other in a sensual kiss.

I get lost in the feel of her body, the smell of her hair, and the taste of her.

Her hands slide from my shoulders, I don't know when she placed them there, down to my chest. Lower they go to the hem of my shirt, sliding underneath, I groan at the contact of her warm hands on my heated skin. They skim over the expanse of my stomach and chest, dragging my shirt up higher and higher with every caress.

The daze she casts over my mind clears enough for me to think, to think how far a simple kiss has taken us so far.

I pull back, harsh pants bursting from my lungs as I try to catch my breath. My fingers fall away from her soft tresses, dropping down to encircle her wrists, pulling them away from the skin on my chest she strokes.

She makes a sound of protest, either from me holding her far enough away that I can see her eyes or my shirt sliding back into place.

"Rory?"

Want and need swirl in her eyes, like smoke from a campfire on a breezy day.

"I—I want you, Cage," Rory whispers, a tinge of anxiety darkening the need for me in her voice.

My breath hitches, heart stuttering, threatening to stop, only to restart again. 

Beating to the beat of her name.

Rory.

Rory.

Rory.

"Are you sure, Aurora?"

She nods her head; with one last look into her eyes, I dip my head down, clashing our lips together, tongues swirling together as the kiss grows heated. She tugs on the hem of my shirt, pulling up, briefly breaking the kiss. I slip the fabric over my head, then go right back to kissing her. Her hands trail around my sides, sliding up my back where they rest on my shoulder blades, nails pressing into the flesh to draw me closer.

A soft moan slips past her lips as I run my hands down the curve of her waist and up to the underside of her breast. A groan rumbles in my chest when my thumb rubs against the small orbs. Instead of bringing my hands up to further my exploration of her body, I drag them back down to her waist.

My hands grip her hips, lifting her; her legs wrap around my waist, arms going around my shoulders.

One hand goes under her thighs to support her weight, the other I guess around her back, hand going to her nape. Her chestnut hair tickles my fingers as I walk us over to one of the queen beds, turning to lay her down on the cloudlike surface.

Her hair spans across one of the pillowcases like a halo of curls. Cheeks flushed from our kisses, a small smile pulling at her rosy lips, and sugar eyes bright like moonlight.

"Beautiful, you are so beautiful." My eyes trail over her, resting longer on her collarbone, the valley between her breasts and waist.

Once I feel I have taken in my fill of her, my eyes make their way back up to hers; in them lies trust, need, and love.

No, there's no way that's love.

I've had years to slowly fall for this girl; there's no way she fell for me in a night. 

I wish, though, gosh, do I wish.

"Kiss me, Cage, kiss me again and again. Until the world fades away, until it feels like we're the only ones left. I feel like our souls are tethered after only spending this one night together, and I love you, as crazy as that may be, but it's true." Rory holds her hand out to me, and I take it with no hesitation.