[He isn’t aware of the growing stiffness between his legs pressing into her, though he very well should. But all of him feels so molten; a current of anticipatory electricity pulsing through every nerve.
What a question. She’s so close, it feels like answering it might end in an accidental kiss, anyway.]
Nothing… nothing like this, no. Playground tomfoolery hardly counts.
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What a question. She’s so close, it feels like answering it might end in an accidental kiss, anyway.]
Nothing… nothing like this, no. Playground tomfoolery hardly counts.