"No," Caden replies easily, and sometimes that's frustrating. Caden is a talker from a family of talkers, and he's hard to know what April is thinking or what she needs if she never gives him any clues.
Her soft, small hands go under his shirt to touch his skin, and he feels weak. He is weak against her, but that doesn't necessarily have to be bad. And he knows something is wrong. There's something weighing on her mind, but she won't trust him with it. He knows that it isn't personal, just like he knows that kissing her will be a distraction. It won't help her in the long run, but maybe it's what she needs right now.
It's not like he can really say no, not with her in his lap and her hands on his skin, smiling down at him with those full red lips. "Did you? I can do that."
He tips forward to capture her mouth with his own, sliding his hands up her back as he kisses her deeply. He remembers what she'd liked when they were together, the things she reacted to more than others, and he kisses her with everything he's learned.
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Her soft, small hands go under his shirt to touch his skin, and he feels weak. He is weak against her, but that doesn't necessarily have to be bad. And he knows something is wrong. There's something weighing on her mind, but she won't trust him with it. He knows that it isn't personal, just like he knows that kissing her will be a distraction. It won't help her in the long run, but maybe it's what she needs right now.
It's not like he can really say no, not with her in his lap and her hands on his skin, smiling down at him with those full red lips. "Did you? I can do that."
He tips forward to capture her mouth with his own, sliding his hands up her back as he kisses her deeply. He remembers what she'd liked when they were together, the things she reacted to more than others, and he kisses her with everything he's learned.