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Vasilisa’s lips pulled into a smile when she heard his comment before shrugging a little, “Really? Here was me thinking that was what you were aspiring to,” she teased him, poking his bicep with a chuckle. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been properly attracted to someone when she was sober; usually she ran for the hills. She didn’t know what made Jordan different, but he was. One of her own hands moved into his hair as they kissed before she laughed softly at his observation, “That’s because I do,” she replied, biting on her bottom lip as she looked at him.
"Oh, always." He smirked slightly when she poked his bicep, noting that it was already the second time she had done that today. When Jordan had invited Vasilisa on a hike, this hadn't been his intention in the slightest. But he felt drawn to her, like a moth to a flame and was having a hard time thinking about anything but her lips on his right now. He watched her bite her bottom lip and drew her lips back to his, kissing her a little deeper this time. "Good." He murmured against her lips, running a hand up her side. His hips rocked against her of their own accord and he knew this was probably escalating further than he intended it to, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away.















