[That's why Sinclair tries to hold himself still, letting Oria set the pace, move as he likes. It's harder than he thought it would be, as his fingers curl harder against Oria's shirt, and he welcomes those kisses, drinking in every moment, his lips parting for him. Tomorrow, he'll have to go home. Maybe then, things will be fixed, and they can safely log on to meet from a distance. But he doesn't want to lose this either]
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