[ despite his attempts to stifle his smile, he finds his efforts are fruitless. he whispers back, ] Do what?
[ he traces the tips of his fingers up her spine slowly. ] This? [ his brow arches slightly as he looks up at her, letting his hand glide up between her shoulder blades before he lets them descend down her spine again. he lets them walk before he presses his palm flat against the small of her back. ]
Or this? [ bellamy leans up to press his lips to the corner of hers, moving a little down to trail them slowly along her jawline. ]
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[ he traces the tips of his fingers up her spine slowly. ] This? [ his brow arches slightly as he looks up at her, letting his hand glide up between her shoulder blades before he lets them descend down her spine again. he lets them walk before he presses his palm flat against the small of her back. ]
Or this? [ bellamy leans up to press his lips to the corner of hers, moving a little down to trail them slowly along her jawline. ]