[ She turns, and he draws in a breath, his eyes locked on her face. She's gorgeous, he's always known this, but there's something particularly sharp in the way she's looking at him now, hair half tamed in a dark, wild frame down her face, the wet locks sticking to the skin of her throat and her chest, curling past a few dark bruises on her shoulders.
So when she finally reached out to touch his face, when she finally leaned in to kiss him, it was like all the tension in him was suddenly released. His heart thumped, skipping a beat, the way it always did when someone kissed their best friend in a bath tub when she looked like she'd come through hell just to see him.
He let out a soft, relieved sound against her lips as he returned the kiss, eyes sliding shut as his mouth parted against hers, slowly but deliberately deepening the kiss.
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So when she finally reached out to touch his face, when she finally leaned in to kiss him, it was like all the tension in him was suddenly released. His heart thumped, skipping a beat, the way it always did when someone kissed their best friend in a bath tub when she looked like she'd come through hell just to see him.
He let out a soft, relieved sound against her lips as he returned the kiss, eyes sliding shut as his mouth parted against hers, slowly but deliberately deepening the kiss.
God, he had missed her. ]