“If we are to be intimate this evening, I’ll have to insist on one condition.”
His words are as soft as his hands running down her arms, light and simple touches to keep her buzzing from the dizzying kisses they’d shared. Emma keeps staring at his lips, wanting them to come back and touch hers, wondering why they’re still talking and not ‘being intimate’ as he’s calling it. “What is it?” she asks, her voice just as soft, willing do do just about anything to see if he’s as good kissing her in other places as he is kissing her on the mouth.
His hands skim her shoulders and her neck, reaching up to cup her face. “I’d prefer it if you called me ‘Killian’.”
His hands make it so she’s looking up at him, his eyes soft and pleading and God damn him for having such blue, blue eyes for her to get lost in, she almost forgets his request.
Almost.
Call Me By My Name
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