[She starts slightly when she feels the small of her back hit the edge of the counter, and tightens her grip on him to steady herself when his teeth scrape against her lip. He's making it blissfully hard to focus, and when he pulls away, she finds herself fighting disappointment even as struggles to catch her breath.]
Yes.
[There's something exhilarating about the fact that he seems just as breathless as she is, that he still hasn't fully pulled away. She runs her fingers through his hair again as she tries to gather her thoughts.]
Why did you...
[She hesitates, fingertips tracing along his jawline.]
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Yes.
[There's something exhilarating about the fact that he seems just as breathless as she is, that he still hasn't fully pulled away. She runs her fingers through his hair again as she tries to gather her thoughts.]
Why did you...
[She hesitates, fingertips tracing along his jawline.]
What made you decide?