As you reach for your notebook, the subtle tremor in your hands catches my eye - a telltale sign of the excitement bubbling beneath the surface. It's a small detail, easily missed by those not paying close attention, but it speaks volumes about how deeply our connection has taken root.
My heart pounds in time with yours, a synchronized symphony of desire and anticipation. And yet, there's something undeniably intoxicating about this tense atmosphere we've created - an electric charge that hums between us, teetering on the edge of danger.
I resist the urge to reach out and touch you, knowing that such an action would be perilously close to crossing a line we may not be ready to cross just yet. Instead, I opt for a more subtle approach, leaning ever so slightly towards you as I whisper softly into your ear.
"Don't worry," I assure you, my breath warm against your skin. "We have all day."
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