[ The moment their eyes meet brings the blush back to her face in full force. For a second she thinks he might pull away after all — but his hand is still on her cheek, and she leans into his palm as if drawn to it. It's so easy to betray herself when she knows full well how badly she wants to be cared for, when trusting him is so effortless. She makes a soft sound into the kiss and leans in to meet him, sliding her hands a little down his back for leverage and for courage as she presses closer. ]
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