[He stares hazily up at her, lost in his own world-- but he reaches for her soon, sitting up so he can push his fingers through her hair, so he can cup her face and tilt her head up. And maybe it's not right to kiss, maybe he should wait (maybe he shouldn't be so turned on by the taste of himself on her lips)-- but he can't help it. And then, against her mouth:]
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Thank you.