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We pulled apart just a bit, enough to catch our breath, but not enough to lose the warmth buzzing between us. Ethan's hands were still firmly at my waist, his thumbs drawing small, absent-minded circles on my sweater, almost as if he wasn't even aware he was doing it. Maybe it was the sunset, the twinkling fairy lights, or the way he looked at me, but I leaned in before I could second-guess myself.
I cupped his face, stood on my toes, and kissed him again slowly, surely, and a little breathless. His embrace tightened around my waist, like he was afraid I might slip away, and the faint scent of his cologne...warm and familiar—wrapped around me like an extra hug.
When I pulled back, my heart raced, and his smile was bright enough to make my knees weak.
"Well," he said, brushing a thumb across my cheek, "I think I should do this kind of thing more often… if this is the reward."
