There was nothing more than him. There´s no more. Just his half closed eyes, his perfect nose and silky-soft skin. There's no more for her, no more than her for him. Even the music around melted away..
Her fringe melted with his, dark blonde against black, pure jet-black. She would have smiled at the view, if her eyes could have focused. Lust, raw crude lust, blured her vision.
Him, and his body warmth. Him, and his soft, yet confidant kisses. Him, and his soft caresses.
From a peck on the lips; have I ever told you how soft and tender his lips are?; to a heated full make out sesion.
She couldn't move her hands, but his...his were everywhere. Like butterflies touches. So sweet, a firm grip but sweeter than honey. His lips tasted the same amount of sweet.
She couldn't let go. She should, but just couldn't. He wouldn't let go of her either. His tongue was battling hers, making her surrender. Oh, she wanted. Yes, she wanted. She almost lost herself when he nibbled her lower lip. They wanted to get closer, and faster. Was that barely possible? So close...where one started and the other ended?
Nothing mattered. It didn't matter the clothes still on, the time rushing, nothing.
Only they.
Because in the end, there was nothing more than him.
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