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He was on his back with one arm under my neck. I was on my side facing him, and I kept sighing from his fingers casually running through my hair.
I reached out to Chris who handed me the bottle I'd left on the counter by the sink. The water was warm now, but it was wet and helped my dry throat.
At a tug on my hair, I looked up through bleary eyes to see Chris panting heavily.
Except this time, he continued across my sides and slightly around to my back, which was arched with my cuffed hands and the pillow under me. The tremors traveling across my skin echoed in my inhale and exhale.
We kissed. We fondled.