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[He knew he'd feel it. If he waited and didn't look back. He'd feel hands at his back, on his sides. Or a kiss in his hair or on his neck. It's hard to tame his smile when he's proven right, feeling heat spread on his skin. He'll forgo his balance on the banister to lean back, still perched up there but now using the body behind him to lean back on, knees bent up a little in front of him.]

Doesn't it? I'm waiting to share one with you. Or does it only count when I mean to take something from you?

[Like your heart. Like your life.]

[He keeps his smile, tilting his head back to look up at him as he stays leaning back.]