Maybe she was right about his self control after all, because he meets this kiss too with enthusiasm. He squeezes her hands, and the magic sparks and pops like static shocks. Who needs air when you can have this?
"I love you," he murmurs on breaths between kisses. "But we... have to stop."
Even that much contact is intimate, intense, and he closes his eyes against the storm in his heart. "Unless one can die from wanting. Otherwise, I am alright. Better than alright, so long as you are by my side."
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"I love you," he murmurs on breaths between kisses. "But we... have to stop."
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She slips her hand into his and squeezes his fingers.