And I think I… I…
I stalled, my heart beginning to race. I didn’t think I would ever harbor such thoughts of someone in this lifetime, but meeting him was nothing short of a miracle. As I kissed him again in the hollow of his neck, slowly letting my hands roam across his broad chest, a low moan emerged from the depths of his throat.
“Maeve…?” he mumbled, still half-asleep.
I let my lips linger over his skin, feeling his heart start to pound. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you…” I whispered, my apology only half sincere as I felt him shudder beneath my touch. Instantly, I wanted to feel more from him.
A soft moan echoed above me. “How could I possibly sleep with… with you touching me like that?”
“Well, we’re both awake now…” I murmured, “unless you’d rather go back to sleep.”
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