My phone isn’t in my bag

And maybe that’s why I haven’t begged him to turn around.

Because I feel him there—steady, possessive, warm—and my body remembers everything.

His lips. His touch.

The way he looked at me like I was both a secret and a sin.

I peek at him now. He’s calm. Too calm for my liking.

Like he’s not taking me...

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