Ethan stepped into the dim studio to find y/n sketching, her gaze unfocused. “You’re in my head again,” he teased. She smirked faintly. “You were thinking about our first kiss.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You caught me.” Moving closer, he rested his forehead against hers. “If you’re going to read my mind, I’ll just think of you more.” the warmth in her chest matching his as they shared a slow, lingering kiss.
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