His hand brushed her side and came up to her chin, tilting her face to his. His eyes flicked back and forth, as though searching for an answer in her eyes or her blush or her tingling mouth Then he pressed his forehead against hers and breathed her name. 'Nita.'Her whole body was hot, and the areas pressed against him burned. Her breathing was sharp, and her throat was choked with butterflies she couldn't make a sound.
-Rebecca Schaeffer
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