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He stares at me with his teasing smirk and I have to look away. We're sitting on the edge of this abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. My cardigan dips below my shoulder and he plants a small kiss on the exposed part. Maybe it's the chilly wind or his lips, but I shiver and goosebumps race all over my skin. He smiles against my skin. The bastard knows what he does to me. 

"I'm leaving soon." I blurt out the words and they leave a bitter taste. I watch his reaction but he just looks up and stares at my lips. I don't move. I don't know what he's going to do.

"I don't care." He says. The faint smirk comes back and I laugh, suddenly feeling shy. He's different about it this time. He leans in and his lips leave an addicting taste on mine. It's a quick kiss but my body is soon asking for more when he pulls away. A moan escapes my lips and his eyes widen, his pupils dilating. , he still makes me feel like a teenager after all these years. My hands find his neck and they pull him closer, closing the agonizing space between us. His hands pull my hair and our lips find their way to each other, tugging and biting. He bites my lower lip and I gasp, the sensation is killing me. His tongue makes its way to my mouth and the kiss unfurls and unfolds until we're undone. My cardigan inches lower and lower, just like him. His soft lips trace their way to my neck, my collarbones, my shoulders. Missing his lips, I pull him back up and kiss him even harder. I can't get enough. My lips can't get away. He holds me close and manages to take off my cardigan, leaving me with a white tank top. I press my hands to his chest to push him back down. He rests his head on the hard ceiling, giving me space to kiss his neck. I press my lips to the open space and feel his reaction. He moans and the sound is exquisite. I shut my eyes and savor this moment, so vulnerable. His hands find my hair again and he holds me still, watching me watch him. I straddle him as he watches me. He traces a map from my shoulders to my palms. Every inch of skin he touches lights up and burns. I look up at the sky, thanking the g