The clock ticks louder than their breaths, his fingers trace the waistband of her jeans, just above where the fabric gives...

The clock ticks louder than their breaths, his fingers trace the waistband of her jeans, just above where the fabric gives way. Every second stolen from the gears behind them is a lesson neither of them will forget. #romantic

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