[Content would be one way to put it. Another way to put it would be putty in his hands, because that's what happens. She melts a little with each sweep of his fingers, presses her forehead to his chest and lets out a soft hum.
Chocolates and roses completely leave her mind. She tugs the collar of his shirt down and kisses his collarbone, once, very softly.] That's nice.
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Chocolates and roses completely leave her mind. She tugs the collar of his shirt down and kisses his collarbone, once, very softly.] That's nice.