[ Oh, Saints. For the first time in his life, Kaz might understand why people believe in miracles.
He can't take his eyes off her, spellbound by the undulations of her body. His name spills past her lips, as if any of this is his doing. A breath shudders out of him in answer. He watches her until she's ridden the thought of him to the very end, and then he turns his head without quite looking away.
He doesn't know what comes next. He's certainly not going to fumble and finish himself off like some sad little voyeur at a pleasure house. And it's not as though he can take her into his arms and kiss her to sleep. ]
That's one.
[ His voice is thick and rough. He clears his throat and finally averts his eyes. ]
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He can't take his eyes off her, spellbound by the undulations of her body. His name spills past her lips, as if any of this is his doing. A breath shudders out of him in answer. He watches her until she's ridden the thought of him to the very end, and then he turns his head without quite looking away.
He doesn't know what comes next. He's certainly not going to fumble and finish himself off like some sad little voyeur at a pleasure house. And it's not as though he can take her into his arms and kiss her to sleep. ]
That's one.
[ His voice is thick and rough. He clears his throat and finally averts his eyes. ]
Out of three. I knew we could crack it.