Belonging to You
“What are you doing then?”
I stepped closer. Close enough that her back brushed the railing behind her. Close enough that the air between us tightened, heavy and alive.
“Trying very hard,” I said slowly, “not to touch you.”
She licked her lips. “You’re failing.”
My hand lifted, hovering an inch from her jaw, the heat of her skin radiating toward my palm. I let it hang there, deliberate, watching her lean into the almost-touch, her lips parting on a soft exhale.
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