Bella let out an approving noise as she lowered herself onto his lap. It wasn't, then, a momentary lapse in judgment; he wanted to be kissing her, and he was continuing to kiss her as she moved closer and closer. Even as he pulled away to offer a warning, his tone and body language made it apparent that he had no desire to quit.

"You don't want me to leave," she breathed, her fingertips gently massaging into his scalp. She pulled back just far enough to look him in the eye, but close enough to feel his breath on her lips. "I don't want to leave."

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