[ perfect. she pushes up on her tiptoes, hands shifting to his waist, curling her arms around him underneath his jacket. she doesn't need the extra height, she just wants to be that much closer to him. breathless from anxiety and fear mingling with desire, she wrenches her lips from his with a noise of regret and genuine distress, swallowing hard because she sure remembered they're tonguing in the middle of the hallway. i tried to write a decent tag and failed. whoops. ]
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