[ The touch of his lips swallows her reply—why, has she not already conquered him?—and takes her breath away with it, so that she nearly melts against him. The kiss is gentle and measured, but it draws her in utterly and doesn't let go—no, it's the gentleness that captures her heart, the puzzle-perfect way his hand fits over the curve of her cheek, the nearness of his body and the heat that radiates from it.
She finds herself shifting closer, seeking more, each movement a little boat that sails for his shores: her hands clutching the front of his jacket, holding him close; the tilt of her head towards the warmth of his palm; the slant of her mouth against his, so that she can kiss him more firmly. ]
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She finds herself shifting closer, seeking more, each movement a little boat that sails for his shores: her hands clutching the front of his jacket, holding him close; the tilt of her head towards the warmth of his palm; the slant of her mouth against his, so that she can kiss him more firmly. ]