[ while he's far from muscular, he's not just loose skin, either; his chest offers faint, wiry resistance, and a quick heartbeat, despite his continuing insistence on acting cool and in control. He gives her a wry look, eyebrow raising. She's one to talk. ]
So are you. [ still, there's a softness in his eyes and voice. A hand moves to the middle of her back, as if directing her towards him. ] You don't have to resist.
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So are you. [ still, there's a softness in his eyes and voice. A hand moves to the middle of her back, as if directing her towards him. ] You don't have to resist.