They've shared more than this, when they were younger, and it is like that night on the beach and yet not. They'd been daring one another further, refusing to back down, not this inexorable pull against sense and reason and plans and schemes. She doesn't taste of tequila, this time.
But it is sweetly familiar all the same, as his lips crush against hers, and the hand over hers dips low to cup at her back and bring her closer.
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They've shared more than this, when they were younger, and it is like that night on the beach and yet not. They'd been daring one another further, refusing to back down, not this inexorable pull against sense and reason and plans and schemes. She doesn't taste of tequila, this time.
But it is sweetly familiar all the same, as his lips crush against hers, and the hand over hers dips low to cup at her back and bring her closer.
No. No letting go, now. ]