My back hurts as Jordan presses me against a tree. He's trying to remember to be gentle, but I don't think he's thinking clearly. His hands have run a course down from my face, over my neck and shoulders, caressing my arms and rest on my waist, pulling me closer. His hands fumble and run over me, I can barely keep up with him as his lips attack mine and his arms wrap around me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my hands, so out of fear of upsetting him or getting in the way I keep them in fists against my chest. He pulls his face back, breathing heavily. My lips are sore.
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