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he pushed the coffee table up against the couch with his shins. i folded my arms around his neck, laid my cheek against his chest, sighed. i’d never appreciated fully how perfectly tall he was. he held my waist, fingertips curled into the small of my back, rested his head on mine and buried his face in my curls. we spun in slow circles there, me naked beneath his t-shirt, him bare except for his boxers, squeezing each other tighter as the song neared its end.

i wished that it was longer.

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