"Is this really what you want?" He asked, voice low and husky. His fingers traced along the scar above her collarbone, another fluttering brush of skin on skin. She could feel herself growing wet between her thighs, arousal building like a tidal wave about to crest. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribcage as she gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted invitingly.

"What if...what if it's not right? What if I'm just wasting your time with these stupid feelings?"

"Be careful," he says, then presses their lips together again. His hands slide down her arms until they settle on her hips. "You're not wasting any time." Then he pulls back slightly to look into her eyes. "But you're wasting mine." He leans in for one last moment before pulling away completely. "Go. Be happy. You deserve it."