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"Sean," I say, my voice breaking, "I'm sorry, honey, I know—"
I pause and swallow that scratchy lump lodged in my throat. "I know it's hard for you. You feel as awful as I do, but I can't do this."
"I'm sorry, Liv," Sean begs, "I'm sorry, can I just come home?" I press end and slump over the railing in defeat; Can I just come home? I don't know, can you?
Tears flood my eyes, but I will myself not to let the dam break. Minutes like hours creep past.
When I straighten my position, strong hands encircle my waist, warmth and whiskey envelop me.
Strong arms I didn't know I needed tonight trail me back against his broad chest. His chest swells and falls against my back, his breath fanning my neck, and I wrap my hand around his arms, welcoming his embrace.
I sigh, melting into him, and tip my head back to the stars. My heart and head are heavy, falling against his shoulder.
Wet lips touch the shell of my ear, and I nearly gasp at the sensation. "Feel like talking?"
"No," I breathe out. My breath hitches when he slides his hand to grasp under my chin. He sucks in a sharp breath when I cup the back of his head.
My knees buckling under the pressure of his mouth against my neck and his hand sliding down my waist. Fingers graze the skin under my shirt, his fingers creeping up my stomach.
I silently shake my head and exhale a heavy breath as his mouth moves on my neck again, "Mmm, Liv."
I whimper as his palms slide up my rib cage and his thumb slips underneath the underwire of my bra, caressing the skin there. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?"
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