❜ ⁞ gemikai:

       he knew that she was trying to talk – very well aware of it, but it was just that his lips were far too preoccupied with hers to care in that moment. his hand had curled in her shirt, tasting the sweetness of whatever lipgloss she had chosen to use linger as it deepened. “mmmhmm,” he murmurs as he captures her lips again. “ – about?” but all in the while trying to steal her breath away.

                 and stolen was her breath, drawn from lungs and stripped bare against his skin. fight she did, for words and air alike. skin prickled where he touched and her head-heart sang for it’s prolongation. ❛ about  —  anything. ❜ GASPS, that’s all she managed. breathy syllables forced over parted lips. ❛ — us? the weather? the problem you have with keeping your hands to yourself?❜