Music Recommendation: Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Ray.
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Aurora's breath came uneven, her fingers still gripped Tim's shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. She could still feel the ghost of his lips on hers, the burn sinking deep, threading through her veins like wildfire.
Tim didn't move away.
His hands still rested on her waist, his thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of her shirt. Every touch sent shivers racing through her spine. His body was so close, his heat overwhelming, and his presence filling every inch of space between them.
She should step back. She should tell him to leave.
But she didn't.
She cursed her body for reacting
Instead, Aurora's fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, her knuckles tightening against the material. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out reason, drowning out everything except the ache clawing at her chest.
