Nolan Morrison gently nibbled on Matilda Jenkins' soft lips, carefully tracing her lip shape, devouring her breath, wishing he could swallow her whole, so they'd never be apart.
Every time he kissed her, it felt like the last time.
How much he wanted to be with her for a lifetime, how much he wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms every night, to welcome the rising sun together—these seemingly simple desires had become Nolan Morrison's heaviest longing.
See, even wanting to hold her now is so difficult.
After a long while, Matilda Jenkins' sweater had already been pushed below her neck, her waist was chilled. She felt a shiver, regained some reason, and remembered Nicole Serene's advice to avoid letting him do intense activities, including... bedtime rollovers?
Though Matilda Jenkins was thoroughly enticed, the thought made her retreat, forcibly breaking away from Nolan Morrison's lips.
