[ His expression thins for a moment, trying to take in everything he says and everything he doesn't. And maybe it's impulsive, stopping Carver with a gentle pull of his hand before pushing into his personal space and curling an arm around him. ]
It never feels long enough.
[ His words are soft, leaning in to kiss him and uncaring that someone might see them. ]
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It never feels long enough.
[ His words are soft, leaning in to kiss him and uncaring that someone might see them. ]