[She wraps her knees tight around his waist; he's right where she wants him, clamped between her thighs, warm and solid and alive. One hand slides up into his short hair, nails dragging across his scalp.
Make me forget. Make me feel alive. It's a mantra in her head as she leans in to kiss him, soft but insistent, just testing the waters. Make me feel less empty.
Her free hand slides up his neck, and she runs her thumb over his jaw. If it dips down into the hollow where his pulse thrums, then maybe it's an accident. Maybe.]
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Make me forget. Make me feel alive. It's a mantra in her head as she leans in to kiss him, soft but insistent, just testing the waters. Make me feel less empty.
Her free hand slides up his neck, and she runs her thumb over his jaw. If it dips down into the hollow where his pulse thrums, then maybe it's an accident. Maybe.]