There was an attempt made. [ Not a very good one, but she'd at least tried, with the innate understanding that Zara probably wouldn't have minded if she made a move sooner or later. And really, how could he think she'd be able to resist doing something when he was so flushed?
One hand drifts down, and she drums her fingers lightly against his chest. ]
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One hand drifts down, and she drums her fingers lightly against his chest. ]
But you're hard to resist.