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Damn forgot I was reading this

BARK BARK BARK

I want to show him something; this thing inside me.
I cup his face and kiss him slowly.A press of lips, two, before my tongue comes out to taste.His hands are on my hips as he parts his mouth and invites me in.I sigh against his mouth, sweeping against his tongue, running mine against the sharpness of his teeth.
God, I want him.Want him close,want him burned and melted into my skin, deep and sure and inextricable.

“I kiss him to make his
lips my lips, his skin my skin, his racing pulse mine.

Out of all the things I could
feel in this moment, what I feel is safe.”

I don’t think about why that is.
Why Ezra’s commands were so easy to follow, so sweet. It just is, I tell
myself. It just is.

This bodes well 👉👈 also this cover 🥵

A feeling unfurls inside me, enormous. Delicate. Petal by petal it opens. The fragrance of it overtakes me, rushes through me like relief and fear at once. It gathers within me, the unfragmented scent of the night. God, I think, God – “I love you,” I tell him. It’s as simple as that.

“Ezra has impulse-bought a whole bag worth of chocolate, sweets, and some special-edition Captain Crunch. I’m just along for the ride, basking in his child-like energy, the feel of his wide grin every time he turns it toward me.

This is exactly what I want for the rest of my life, I think terrifyingly. Someone who will drag me out at one in the morning and gets this excited by a box of cereal.”

“his body turned toward me even when other people are talking, his eyes often drifting to mine. It’s an odd and exhilarating feeling, to be the centre of somebody’s attention by the virtue of simply existing close to them. It’s a warm glow in the chilly October air.”

It was as if we had created an alternate dimension just for us, where Ezra made the rules and I just had to followed them. I didn’t have to question the whys or what-ifs in that world. It was just him and me, and whatever his voice created.

“Um, ‘cause you’re straight,” he says, and my heart starts beating a little faster.
“No, I’m not.”
It takes a moment for him to react. For a few seconds, he just stares at me, and I can see the surprise rearrange the little muscles of his face—his eyebrows and his mouth, the skin around his eyes. He sits up, turning toward me. Our knees are almost touching.

shit😭🥵🥵🥵

I am finally here!!! 😭

tbh i need to read something to get me off the nikobran high. and this? this is perfect.

Everything his parents have done, every doubt they’ve planted in Ezra, I want to pull out from the root and destroy until there is nothing but fertile soil left.