[The reality of kissing Cullen is so much more than she thought it could be (and she’s wondered, Creators, she’s wondered), and she could spend a very long time in his embrace, kissing him like this. Touching him. Tasting him. She wants to.
And it scares her a little. It all scares her, how very much she wants this. Wants him.
The kiss breaks as his hand slips from her hair and the hand on her hip presses them apart, gently, leaving her a little breathless and feeling the loss of him keenly. Her own hands loosen from his hair, but she can’t quite help how she gently caresses his cheek.]
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And it scares her a little. It all scares her, how very much she wants this. Wants him.
The kiss breaks as his hand slips from her hair and the hand on her hip presses them apart, gently, leaving her a little breathless and feeling the loss of him keenly. Her own hands loosen from his hair, but she can’t quite help how she gently caresses his cheek.]