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Aniya loved how effortlessly he picked her up and brought her back down. She sank into the softness of his bed and drank in the quiet tenderness in his voice, committing them to as careful a memory as she could. Her palms trailed along his shoulders, fingers tracing muscle, one up the back of his neck to bury in his hair, the other down his arm.
âYeah,â she confirmed after a beat too long, not from hesitance or fear this time but because there were so many more things to drink in. Not even residual fears and anxieties of the day, of moments prior, could take away from this warm moment.
Her hand slipped from his arm and she propped herself up to meet him as he came down and kissed him for once without asking.
He met her kiss readily, and brought a hand to support her head. Slowly, and without breaking the kiss, he lowered her to the pillow. He settled on an elbow himself, his legs entangled with hers: partly on top of her, partly next to her, so as not to smother her with too much of his weight. To leave her wiggle room, a way out, despite an undeniable want to wrap himself around her.
Only after minutes, did he break away.Â
âI donât wanna be dramaticââ He spoke softly, almost whispered. A grin crinkled skin around his eyes and down his cheeks, âBut if another bomb were to drop on Boston to freeze this moment in time, itâd be fine with me.â
Heâd be exactly where heâd want to be.Â
But he left that part implied, unspoken. And he certainly wouldnât admit itâd be everything heâd want out of what was left of this stupid life. That no other ambitions of his came remotely close enough to top it.Â
No, he wouldnât add any of that. That kind of inane shit from the mind of an infatuated, lovestruck jackass, wouldnât do either of them any favors. Not now.
âCouldnât even be bothered.â
