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Eventually, her fingers relax their death grip around my shirt, my hands quiet at her lower back, and our tongues settle into a gentle, cooperative dance. My mind is completely blank, but for the points of contact between our bodies.
Toes.
Knees.
Thighs.
Hips.
Chests.
Lips.
Noses.
And ultimately, foreheads.
I'm first to break the silence, not with anything intelligent, just, "Wow."
"I know, right?" she says, breaking into a soft giggle. "You really like those zeppole, huh? Maybe we should go get more."
"No, Bella." My voice is gruff and low; I hear my desperation but I press on.
A/N: Let's press on too, shall we?