[He slides a hand down her back to rest on her hip, gently rubbing through the thin material of her dress as he sinks into the kiss for a long moment, getting lost in it, in her, in how natural it feels to do this, to be this close to her.
He wants more, wants the reassurance that this isn't going to end soon, that it can always be like this even if he knows it can't.]
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He wants more, wants the reassurance that this isn't going to end soon, that it can always be like this even if he knows it can't.]
Wait.
[His voice is soft.]
We should talk.