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Before I had a chance to think about that, he moved on top of me, one leg nudged between mine, spreading my thighs so he could settle between. He placed his forearms on either side of my head so our faces were close, so close I could feel his warm breath, see the dark flecks in his blue eyes.
I saw him clearly in that moment—his frustration with the person he'd become. The boy he used to be. The man I knew he really was.
I wanted it all. I ran my calf up and down his thigh. “Jack, please.”
He lowered his head to mine, kissed me and I forgot everything but the two of us in this moment. He plunged his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed my body, never stopping as if he were afraid I might disappear. I all but melted into the bed, his body so hot above me, his touch setting little f
