I’d never stop craving it.
The painful tightness in my chest. The unbearable heat coursing through my veins. The full-body tremble I couldn’t control. The hitch in my throat that made breathing a struggle. The intoxicating, addictive high from a sudden lack of air.
I’d never get enough of them.
Moments like this were surreal. Abracadabra. Hocus pocus type stuff.
Moments like this were pure freakin’ magic.
Moments like this…
“Never gets old, does it?” his soft question broke the silence.
It broke me too.
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