When she looked down she'd find Marc looking back up at her through his lashes. Not in anything coquettish - as though there was ever a question that Marc could be. More that, like her, the temptation to let go and keep his eyes closed was high.
But he was watching her instead, taking in the view as he breathed heavily and held on tight. Though the hand that cupped her cheek was gentle.
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But he was watching her instead, taking in the view as he breathed heavily and held on tight. Though the hand that cupped her cheek was gentle.