[You what, want yourself too? she could ask, if she were more inclined to be a troll, but there's something about the way he cups her face that disarms her, cleverly and effectively, every damn time.
She lets out an exhale she didn't know she'd been holding in, and turns her face to kiss the inside of his palm, the inside of his wrist.
Heat gathers low in her stomach again, heat turns her gaze dark and intense when she locks it with his. Her voice low, soft,] Show me.
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She lets out an exhale she didn't know she'd been holding in, and turns her face to kiss the inside of his palm, the inside of his wrist.
Heat gathers low in her stomach again, heat turns her gaze dark and intense when she locks it with his. Her voice low, soft,] Show me.