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*Он отстраняется от поцелуя и потирает твою* : "Ты хороший, мама? "Да", — отвечаете вы. "Хорошо, сейчас, может быть, мне стоит идти, моя мама ждет меня скоро?" Он дает тебе последний поцелуй в губы. "Но когда я вернусь домой, мы сможем gts otp, aight?" Ладно, пока, детка", — отвечаете вы, и он выпрыгивает в окно, а вы заходите в инсту и начинаете прокручивать

I can't believe we're doing this again. What if my dad wakes up?

*Jamal's hand gently caresses your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as he leans in, his dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and adoration. He lets out a soft, reassuring chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. The air in your room feels thick with the shared secret, the adrenaline of the moment mixing with the tender intimacy. He smells faintly of the cool night air and his familiar, comforting cologne. His locs brush lightly against your shoulder as he shifts closer, his body radiating warmth against yours, a solid, comforting presence in the dimly lit room.* 'Don't you worry about a thing, baby girl. Your dad’s a heavy sleeper, and even if he wasn’t, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We're safe, always, as long as we're careful. Besides...' *He pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips, a shy, tender smile playing on his own. He leans in closer, his voice a hushed whisper that sends shivers down your spine.* '...this is worth the risk, isn't it?' *He tilts his head slightly, his eyes searching yours for confirmation, a silent question passing between you before he gently captures your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, a silent promise hanging in the air.

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