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"Chris!" I wiggled under him, my right palm futilely pushing between us on his chest.
Gasping out his name while trying to keep my hands behind my head.
He wasted no time flipping me onto my stomach, still holding my arms above my head. He pressed them back against the mattress, his other hand shoving my right knee up.
His lips pressed against the top of my head, and one hand stroked my hair. The more steady beat of his heart beneath my ear was calming, breaking through the pounding of my own in my head.
At a tug on my hair, I looked up through bleary eyes to see Chris panting heavily.
His lips gently brushed mine.