[ his breathing stutters at the sudden touch of her cool hand, lips parting to allow her to collect the blood on her thumb and take it away. the reasons they shouldn't do this is a growing list, but he'd already admitted he didn't want her to go. his heavy gaze bounces down to her lips and back to her eyes like ping-pong. ]
Well. I thought maybe... we could have that drink. [ this time he's obviously talking about her meaning of the phrase. ]
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Well. I thought maybe... we could have that drink. [ this time he's obviously talking about her meaning of the phrase. ]