[ She hides her smile in his collarbone — a smile, not a smirk, because she's so giddy with the feeling of just touching him like this that she almost can't contain it. She's fairly sure he can feel her shivering. ]
...Maybe. [ One of her hands, still clinging to his clothes, steals up to stroke slowly and soothingly along the length of his back. ] Maybe I'll decide to do this, instead.
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...Maybe. [ One of her hands, still clinging to his clothes, steals up to stroke slowly and soothingly along the length of his back. ] Maybe I'll decide to do this, instead.