[ but she wishes she had a mouth. she could speak without needing to text, can laugh when he says one of his terrible jokes, and most importantly: she can kiss him. and she wishes she could in this moment, a brief and aching urge that wells up inside of her, simmering beneath her skin.
she falls into his lap, hands gripping his shoulders to keep her balance as she ends up straddling him. his stare is brief, but she can't remember ever feeling so desired in her existence; to feel his gaze on her, to feel his warm hands on her waist. she reaches up to gently sift her fingers through his hair, curling around the strands at the nape of his neck. she wishes they could stay like this for a long time.
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she falls into his lap, hands gripping his shoulders to keep her balance as she ends up straddling him. his stare is brief, but she can't remember ever feeling so desired in her existence; to feel his gaze on her, to feel his warm hands on her waist. she reaches up to gently sift her fingers through his hair, curling around the strands at the nape of his neck. she wishes they could stay like this for a long time.
eventually, she does speak up: ]
Would you mind staying the night?