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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 4:47 pm
A kiss, an embrace, sweet and strong and certain, and that was what he needed, all he needed. He had decided. This was here and now and real, and he would put the ring on her finger if she didn't do it herself. Later. Busy, now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 4:57 pm
Her heels tucked up against the back of his thighs, and she'd move to wrap her arms around his neck, very nearly clinging to him. The more they were together, the more they touched, the harder it was to stop. Peyton had found herself on a slippery slop, wanting more, afraid to reach for it, afraid to mention it to Noah because she didn't want to pressure him. But it was getting obvious, in the way her head tilted, melting into the kiss. The borrowed sweater, and what she wasn't wearing beneath it. The soft, eager little noise she made as she traced hr tongue along his lower lip.
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