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His grip on my waist was too much to be real.
It felt as if I had never had anything better than that, as if we had been born to hug each other like this, in such an intimate, loving and complicit way. Because his fingers circling my smooth, cold skin sent shivers that made me curl up in him.
And dammit, I wanted to be there forever.
I wanted that every day of my life, for as long as I could. His arms around my waist, his hands on my hip, his chin on my shoulder and both bodies rocking quietly to the beat of the music as we felt our hearts beating so hard it almost felt unreal.
Those heartbeats told me: It's him. He is the right person.
And how could I not believe it when he leaned even further and kissed the curve of my neck with those warm lips? And apart from feeling like heaven itself, I saw what made him happy; Being able to kiss me where I put the perfume he had given me, kiss me where I was vulnerable and made me melt against him.
His lips were the only thing that anchored me to the present in order to continue feeling his breath in all parts of my body and now where he was kissing me: as if I was the most precious thing to him, so delicate and at the same time so demanding. His lips the only thing they did was stay there while he closed his eyes with pleasure. It was my downfall.
If I continued like this I would end up panting and then my cheeks would turn to the purest crimson.
It sure was what he wanted.
Still, we kept swinging to the beat of the music as we both remained in our own intimate bubble outside the world, even though we were in public. We did not pay much attention to the concert that was taking place on the beach, as it was customary in the summer nights of Busan.
It was night and perhaps that made us feel more confident about ourselves to show signs of affection. If we were to be honest, we couldn't take our hands off each other for a long time and we were always trying to steal each other's kisses, hugs, or whatever made us feel as close as possible.
His lips stopped touching the skin of my neck to rest his chin on my shoulder again and his hands intertwined with mine in front of my lap, which made me smile with pleasure and sigh against his firm chest. From the way he pulled me even more against him, itp that's showed me what he wanted.
"Are you cold?" He asked worried when he saw me shiver.
It was a warm August night, but being on the beach a soft cool breeze accompanied us, sometimes being annoying especially if you were as whopping as I was. However, I shook my head and smiled at him, turning slightly to look him in the eye.
