[ A slow smile blooms on her face again; she winds her fingers in his more tightly at that squeeze and pulls at his hand, just slightly, just enough to mimic the pull she's been feeling toward him since they'd been plucked from the ocean. ]
You don't think we'll both fit? [ She tugs a little more. ] Maybe we should find out.
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You don't think we'll both fit? [ She tugs a little more. ] Maybe we should find out.