“Aren’t you supposed to be closer to my lips, if you want to kiss me?” It’s a wonder I can balance myself on one leg because he’s not letting go of the one he holds captive, and he isn’t letting go of my skirt either so it’s banded mid-thigh. Slowly, Zach smirks. “I’m trying to be.” “You’re what?” “Trying to get close to your lips.”
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