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~Sabrina's POV
His hands roamed carefully, tenderly, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of me. We weren't rushing anymore. The urgency from earlier had quieted into something slower, more meaningful.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His thumb gently traced my jawline.
I nodded, meeting his eyes. "Yeah... I am."
He searched my face for a moment, as if to make absolutely sure I meant it. And then he leaned down, kissing me again, this time slower, deeper, as if he was pouring everything into it. There was something different in the way we touched now. It wasn't just about desire. It felt like we were letting our guards down, letting ourselves be seen, completely.