He has to run his hand through the soft sweep of her hair, a slide that makes his fingers prickle with excitement and makes his heart rattle faster. His own face is flushed, eyes dark and startled as he realizes how her body is reacting to his.
"Molly." It somehow seems urgent that he lets her know, even if all he can manage is a whisper. "I think--I think I have to say it."
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"Molly." It somehow seems urgent that he lets her know, even if all he can manage is a whisper. "I think--I think I have to say it."