63 ¦ Ravella
Breathless,
Drew presses his
Forehead against mine
His gaze locked onto my lips.
His tender kisses graze
My delicate neck and
Trail to my ear.
Blood rush.
Tingles.
My lips part
In pure ecstasy.
He breathes my name,
And I unravel.
I'm floating.
I'm free.
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