[He feels her bringing him back to a slower pace, and he's fine with that - it's true, he's getting ahead of himself. He's too eager for this, too desperate for this contact, and she's still hurt.]
[One hand goes to the back of her head, fingers brushing through her hair slowly - he pulls away momentarily, breathless, his voice quiet:]
I'm not hurting you, am I? [He breaths, bending in to steal another kiss, quickly.]
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[One hand goes to the back of her head, fingers brushing through her hair slowly - he pulls away momentarily, breathless, his voice quiet:]
I'm not hurting you, am I? [He breaths, bending in to steal another kiss, quickly.]