[ bellamy looks up, as though he expects her to reach for his neck. her fingers are light and ticklish against his skin where she pulls at his shirt, but he doesn't squirm. his fingers only trip over her back as a response, before picking themselves up again as he doesn't stop tracing the skin of her spine. his fingers begin to mindlessly wander now, leaving the path of her spine as he looks up at this white ceiling. ]
[ his voice is soft, ] What are you thinking about? [ he tilts his head so he can look at her, seeing the top of hers. his smile widens as amusement laces his voice warm, ] Other than ways to woo me.
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[ his voice is soft, ] What are you thinking about? [ he tilts his head so he can look at her, seeing the top of hers. his smile widens as amusement laces his voice warm, ] Other than ways to woo me.