[ different. one broad hand still palms her hip, but they're far enough apart now that he can look at her face; and somehow that feels twice as dangerous. he takes a sharp breath in through his nose and pretending he isn't making the connection. the offer of a meal makes him think of the liebermans again, how many dinners he's turned down. ]
...Okay. [ his wide, soft gaze searches hers, the slightest frown of uncertainty tracing his lips. his own agreement seems to take him by surprise, but he doesn't open his mouth again to take it back. ]
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...Okay. [ his wide, soft gaze searches hers, the slightest frown of uncertainty tracing his lips. his own agreement seems to take him by surprise, but he doesn't open his mouth again to take it back. ]