[He's the one who starts it. Hand in her hair, at the nape of her neck? It's a wonder the way she draws breath in quickly doesn't sound louder. It sounds loud to her ears, but she's got anatomy to thank for that.
The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention, like little pleas for touch me more, and so much for not getting any ideas. She's the first to get those ideas, so maybe she shouldn't cast stones. Her throat closes up with the sudden tension that goes through her, and she ends up squirming against him with her heartbeat loud in her ears.]
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The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention, like little pleas for touch me more, and so much for not getting any ideas. She's the first to get those ideas, so maybe she shouldn't cast stones. Her throat closes up with the sudden tension that goes through her, and she ends up squirming against him with her heartbeat loud in her ears.]
I can stand still if it bothers you.