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It was easy to assume that with how my steady heartbeat suddenly turned erratic, the stiffness of my body, and the deep intake of breathe I just took, that my state of being awake did not go unnoticed by the person behind me. And the raspy, low chuckle that followed suit only confirmed it. "Morning sweetheart," he murmured, nuzzling his nose to the crook of my neck. He started peppering my neck with kisses, moving down my shoulder, his hand gripping my shoulder and moved up and down the length of my arm. I hummed in content with a ghost smile on my lips. When he was done with one last peck behind my ear, I turned around and grabbed him by the jaw, and pulled his face close to mine for a kiss. I loved him. His stubbles, his smile, his eyes, his voice. The way he gently hold me in his arms through the nights, the way he ever so eloquently spoke to people, the way his body felt against mine, and how his hands would always expertly satisfy me needs and beyond. I loved him. And he to me too. Right?
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"I waited ages just so I could meet you again." 𖤓☽ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ Hands gripped my hips, and I was tugged back against a solid chest. His arm came around my waist, and his palm landed on my hip. In one swift motion, he had me secured against him. Every inch of my skin that was flushed against him heated. Even through the thin fabric of my dress and his blazer. Turning my head to look up at his face, I didn't care that my lips had parted and that my eyes probably looked hazy and a little clouded. Keeping our gazes locked, my arms lifted of their own accord, my hands linking behind his neck. Without really knowing how, my hips started moving. And we were dancing. The memory of us dancing when we were children crossed my mind. How ironic it was that we'd found ourselves in the same situation after twenty years and now that we seemed like completely different people.

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