[ She didn't plan a follow-up. The fact that he moves closer jacks up the volume of her heartbeat but Jess wrestles it back down with a swallow, wispy vestiges of whiskey on her tongue. She shakes her head to dismiss herself despite the words she's rearranging in it, hoping to pin down what she became aware of feeling, like, ten minutes ago. ]
I don't know what you want. [ Muttered with her face tucked in too close for him to read. She had some idea before but confidence came easier when he was wandering in the dark, certain she didn't give a damn. Her hand smooths lower down his side until her thumb slips below the muscle curving over his hip. She resists the urge to scrape her lips with the stubble of his jaw. The moment is tense for her, not quite tender. ]
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I don't know what you want. [ Muttered with her face tucked in too close for him to read. She had some idea before but confidence came easier when he was wandering in the dark, certain she didn't give a damn. Her hand smooths lower down his side until her thumb slips below the muscle curving over his hip. She resists the urge to scrape her lips with the stubble of his jaw. The moment is tense for her, not quite tender. ]