[He pushed one hand up under the back of Noah's shirt as they kissed, nails scraping lightly over his skin. His other hand cupped the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheek.
A thrill of anticipation worked its way down Kavinsky's spine at Noah's touch and he nodded. He appreciated being asked in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on.]
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A thrill of anticipation worked its way down Kavinsky's spine at Noah's touch and he nodded. He appreciated being asked in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on.]
Yeah, you can.