[ Their bodies press together, a preview of just how neatly and perfectly they'd fit together if there were to move beyond this. Caitlin can feel how warm he is, wonders if her skin is the same fever hot to him. Her other hand slips around the back of his neck, dipping under the collar of his shirt, her palm pressing flat along the back of his shoulder.
Her lungs burn faintly; she needs to take a breath but she doesn't want this to stop. If she pulls away, will he decide that he regrets this? But the ache in her chest grows insistent, and she turns her head just slightly, just enough to break the kiss, her lips dragging to the corner of his mouth, his jaw, as she catches her breath. ]
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Her lungs burn faintly; she needs to take a breath but she doesn't want this to stop. If she pulls away, will he decide that he regrets this? But the ache in her chest grows insistent, and she turns her head just slightly, just enough to break the kiss, her lips dragging to the corner of his mouth, his jaw, as she catches her breath. ]