Hands.

His lips parted but I gently pushed my thumb against his mouth to prevent him from speaking.

“No. You can only talk to me with your hands,” I whispered.

His fingertips slid down my lower back, leaving gentle traces of sentences like “I want you” and “let me lay you down, baby”.

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