[ She's not sure where to put her head, now — face to face is a bit too close and their noses almost brush together, and she's not sure how much more forehead nuzzling he can take — so Mako ducks her head underneath his chin, pressing her face into his neck, letting wisps of her hair tickle his nose. She can breathe him in better this way, too. ]
You're warm, [ she whispers, feeling herself relaxing against him in slow increments. ] I didn't know you were this warm.
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You're warm, [ she whispers, feeling herself relaxing against him in slow increments. ] I didn't know you were this warm.