Seeing the hesitation on his face makes her want to start second-guessing this undeniable impulse that's found her buying chokers and paying off shop clerks to steer clear of the back. As she works out what it is she ought to say he stands and returns his hands to her body, leaving her smiling at the question even as she pulls back from the touch, reaching up to cradle the sides of his face.
"First, a promise," she leans up, resting her forehead against his before continuing to speak. "If you don't enjoy anything about this, you tell me, and we fix it right away. Promise?"
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Date: 2023-08-10 09:13 pm (UTC)"First, a promise," she leans up, resting her forehead against his before continuing to speak. "If you don't enjoy anything about this, you tell me, and we fix it right away. Promise?"