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Ethan's hands roamed my waist with desperation and desire.

My hands were gripping his neck as our lips kissed uncontrollably, as if we had never tasted anything as delicious as each other's kisses.

My back was pressed against the wall, while my boyfriend's entire being leaned slightly against me.

"Do you want to know what I love most about this dress?" he pulled away from me with a mischievous and playful smile.

I couldn't help but smile, biting my lower lip.

"Well, tell me," I asked seductively, playing with his hair.

"Thinking about how I could take it off," he put on a thoughtful expression and looked at me again, smirking in a devilishly attractive way.

I had to admit, I loved it when he got like this, playful and teasing.

I laughed at his expression and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, hugging him tightly. I was so happy by his side, I loved his personality, nothing was going to separate me from him, absolutely nothing.

Ethan slipped out of my arms and bent down in front of me,