I see it in the way Nathaniel’s nostrils flare that my words have hit somewhere deep inside me. And just when I open my mouth to speak, he lifts me so suddenly that I gasp softly, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as he turns, walks out of the closet without even closing the door, and carries me toward the bed. Every kiss after that feels slower. It’s feels hotter and more intimate, our lips molding against each other’s tongues dancing between each others, like neither of us knows how to handle this version of each other. By the time he lays me down against the mattress, my entire body feels feverish and my heart is racing so hard in my chest, I can even hear it. Nathaniel is hovering over me, breathing unevenly, and I shiver when his hand brushes my cheek. I wrap an arm around his neck, trying to pull him in for another kiss, but then, he resists, hesitation flashing in his eyes. Real hesitation, it seems like this suddenly matters too much to him as much as t
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