[She's not quite breathing right again, but this time it isn't because she's distracted by kisses, but because something like panic is settling heavy in her chest. The sound she makes against the kiss is soft and pained, as her fingers scramble for his arm, gripping firmly to make him stop.]
Don't. [Her heart is beating too fast and she feels a little trapped, squeezing her eyes shut as she tries to remember how to breathe.] Please stop.
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Don't. [Her heart is beating too fast and she feels a little trapped, squeezing her eyes shut as she tries to remember how to breathe.] Please stop.