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He’d been imagining this moment.

The build up.

The excitement.

The nerves.

The feeling like he was walking on a live wire, and he wasn’t sure if it would shock him.

He traced her collarbone with his fingers while he stared in her eyes. Deep pools of grey that just kept going. He couldn’t figure out what she was thinking, and that made it more enticing. More confusing. More addicting.

She smiled that little, “I win” smile. You know the one- it starts with a smirk, and ends with sparkling eyes, slowly turning darker as she gets excited.

There was no need for words, their minds had synced by this point and they were each anticipating the next move made by the other, and yet, hoping they’d be surprised.

He slowly started running his fingers up and down the center of her chest, while she played with his hair. Ever so slowly.

You don’t want to rush these things.

He gulped as he leaned in, deciding he had to make the first move, or she’d just give him a heart attack by simply remaining.

Her eyes slowly blinked. Almost like when you’re ready to go to sleep, but not quite.

You’re zoning out, but you’re also more present and more connected than you ever are during the day.

He ran his fingers down through her hair as he tilted her chin up towards him, and.....

Part 2?

-OtWC