Her lips were soft. Too soft. I froze for a second on top of her, my heart slamming against my ribs. I was about to push myself up-apologize, do something-but then I felt it. Her arms. Sliding around my neck. Pulling me down. Closer. Before I could think, her lips pressed into mine again, deeper this time, drunk and warm and desperate. A groan escaped my throat before I could stop it. My fingers clenched into the sheets on either side of her head. I didn't mean to kiss back. But I did. I kissed her. Harder. Deeper. Her taste, the faint sweetness of whatever she'd been drinking, the way she sighed into my mouth-it made my mind blank, my pulse roar in my ears. My hand moved without permission, sliding up her waist, feeling the fabric of her top bunch under my fingers. I felt her shiver beneath me, and something inside me snapped. My fingers hooked at the hem of her top, about to tug- Wait. ... wait wait guys 😅 let's continue in the story heyy it's ND Just your local delulu ARMY 🐰💜 turning late‑night daydreams into words. 💌 Let's talk in comments, I love hearing from you! 🌸 Stay for the feels, stay for the magic ✨
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