I held the door open for him, and he placed them against the wall. His hands went into the back of his hair, muscles curving beneath his gray t-shirt. I pursed my lips as I fought the urge to take a picture of him, but gave in as my eyes raced over how perfectly his tattoos framed his downward glance.
“Hey!” he replied, looking up at me, his arms dropping and crossing over his chest. “Are you just going to take pictures of me all the time now?”
I shrugged, and he pulled me into his arms, grabbing the camera and holding it away from me as he kissed me.
“Can't be taking pictures of me if I'm kissing you,” he whispered in between breathes.
“I can hear your lips smacking,” Allie called from her bedroom.
Warmth spread through my body as I looked up at him through my bangs. His lips were a tease, so close, but so far away as he smiled at me. “I guess we'll have to be quieter around her.”
“How exactly do you do that?” I asked with my hands on his neck.
He leaned forward, one eyebrow higher than the other as he whispered. “Like this.”
His lips grazed mine, slowly moving against mine in a way that left me more breathless than the deep kiss we'd just shared.
“Okay,” I replied, breathless as he pulled away.
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