the rhythm makes them move faster and faster, until there is no space between them and his hand is resting (finally!) on the small of Martín’s back, touching that strip of exposed skin that’s been taunting him for what feels like an eternity.
I could read it again, again and again and would never have enough. This is so... perfect. Thank you.
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Date: 2010-10-05 01:25 pm (UTC)I could read it again, again and again and would never have enough. This is so... perfect. Thank you.