My hands, trembling and clumsy, moved up his muscular arms, tracing the relief of his biceps until reaching his bare chest. Beneath my palm, I felt how his heart beat with the force of a war drum.
"Thorne..." I whispered, my voice barely a hiss. "Is this really happening?".
I knew my doubts were silly; I knew he had already answered everything I wanted to know. But his constant rejections made me feel insecure. I didn't want to leave him again. I wanted to give myself to him without having to deal with a rejection afterward.
I looked into his eyes expecting some confirmation, but he didn't respond with words.
Instead, a dark smile curved his lips before he leaned in further. He buried his nose in the curve of my neck, inhaling my scent as if it were the air he needed to stay alive.
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